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REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 


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PRINCETON   THEOLOGICAL   SEMINARY 


MILLENNIAL  CHIMES 

A  Collection  of  Poems 


Rev.  A.  B.  Simpson 


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Copyright,  1894, 

BY 

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PREFACE. 

The  simple  poems  found  in  the  following 
pages  are  the  overflowings  of  a  heart  which 
can  truly  say,  with  John  Bunyan  in  his  im- 
mortal Dreamer,  "  I  wrote  because  joy  did 
make  me  write."  They  make  no  preten- 
sion to  poetic  merit.  They  have  been  sung 
in  many  of  our  conventions  throughout  the 
country,  and  the  words  will  be  recognized 
by  many  hearts  as  the  echoes  of  messages 
and  Divine  impressions  in  days  that  are 
passed. 

They  have  often  cheered  and  refreshed 
the  heart  of  the  writer,  and  he  would  pass 
them  on  with  the  simple  hope  that  they  may 
prove  a  cup  of  cold  water  or  a  breath  of 
inspiration  to  some  of  the  Master's  tired 
workers  or  weary  watchers  for  the  breaking 
of  the  day. 


CONTENTS. 


The  Heavenly  Guest, 

9 

For  Jesus, 

11 

Look  on  the  Bright  Side, 

12 

The  Peace  of  God 

14 

Power  from  on  High 

17 

Keep  Sweet        .... 

20 

Timnath  Serah 

24 

Forward               .... 

•        27 

Breathing  Out  and  Breathing  In 

30 

Is  It  for  Me  ?                    ... 

•        32 

The  Way  Everlasting, 

34 

Even  as  He,         .... 

•       37 

Living  in  His  Love 

40 

Fill  the  Censer, 

.       41 

I  Am  Entering  In, 

43 

As  a  Little  Child, 

•       44 

Nothing  is  Too  Hard  for  Jesus, 

45 

Glory,       ..... 

■       47 

It  Means  Just  What  it  Says, 

49 

I  Have  Overcome  for  Thee,      .            .  52 

God's  Best,                  .....  53 

God's  Thoughts,              .            .            .  -55 

The  Love  of  Christ,               .             .            .  57 

Love's  Portrait,               .             .             .  .60 

Looking  Over,            ....  61 

Only  Wait,           .             .             .             .  .64 

HYMNS   OF  INVITATION. 

The  Son  of  Man,                    ...  69 

Come  to  Jesus  Now,        .            .             .  71 

Come  Back  to  God.                ...  72 
Is  it  Right  With  God  ?                ...       73 

Nothing  to  Do  But  to  Come,            .            .  75 

HYMNS  OF  HEADING. 

Balm  in  Gilead,               .            .             .  -79 

Healing  in  His  Wings,          ...  81 

CHIMES   OF  HOPE. 

Some  Sweet  Morn,          .             .            .  85 

Even  So,         .....  87 
Ready,      ...*..       89 

Roll  On,          .....  91 

Meet  Me  in  the  Air,       .             .            .  -93 

He  is  Coming  for  Me,            ...  95 


MISSIONS  AND   TRAVEL. 


Wipe  My  Tears, 

.       99 

Christ  is  Conqueror,  Hallelujah  ! 

I02 

Help  Along, 

.       I04 

Pass  It  On,      .... 

I06 

A  Cry  Is  Ever  Sounding, 

.       I08 

Thy  Brother's  Blood, 

I IO 

Gideon's  Band,    . 

.       112 

Hold  the  Ropes, 

114 

Anywhere  With  Jesus, 

.       117 

Away,              .... 

119 

— Japan  for  Jesus, 

.       121 

Beautiful  Japan, 

122 

Wave  the  Gospel  Banner, 

.       125 

India  for  Jesus, 

127 

The  Southern  Cross, 

.       I30 

The  Land  of  Sinim, 

134 

Only  a  Little  Baby  Girl, 

•       136 

Tell  the  Polynesian, 

139 

The  Dark  Soudan, 

.       141 

Jerusalem,      .... 

143 

Zion's  Awaking, 

.       I46 

All  Around  the  World, 

152 

V  Just  Beyond  the  Golden  Gate, 

.       154 

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Millennial  Chimes. 


Zbe  1bea\>enl\>  (Suest. 

MOLY  Ghost,  Ibid  Thee  welcome; 
*  ACome,  and  be  my  holy  Guest. 

Heavenly  Dove,  within  my  bosom, 
Make  Thy  home  and  build  Thy  nest. 

I  am  lone  and  sad  without  Thee, 

Thou  hast  made  my  heart  for  Thee  ; 

Leave  me  not  a  helpless  orphan, 
Come,  O  come,  and  dwell  in  me. 

As  the  birdling  needs  its  mother, 
So  I  need  Thee,  Mother  Dove  ; 


IO  MII.LENNIAI,  CHIMES. 

As  the  flower  drinks  the  sunshine, 
So  I  live  upon  Thy  love. 

Come  and  banish  all  that  grieves  Thee, 
Come  and  cleanse  from  all  my  sin, 

Bring  me  Jesus  in  His  fullness, 
Make  my  heart  a  heaven  within. 

Heal  my  sick  and  broken  body, 

Guide  my  stumbling  steps  each  hour  ; 

Be  my  Comforter  and  Teacher, 
Fill  and  use  me  by  Thy  power. 

Lead  me  on  to  all  Thy  fullness, 
Bring  me  to  Thy  promised  rest ; 

Holy  Ghost,  I  bid  Thee  welcome, 
Be  my  holy,  heavenly  Guest. 


CHRIST  UFE.  II 

Jfor  3esus. 

TJ  0\V  can  my  heart  the  world  refuse, 
*  *  Content  my  earthly  all  to  lose, 
That  I  the  better  part  may  choose  ? 
I  do  it  all  for  Jesus. 

How  can  I  meekly  suffer  wrong, 
With  patience  sweet,  and  courage  strong, 
Repeating  still  my  happy  song  ? 
I  do  it  all  for  Jesus. 

How  can  I  welcome  toil  and  pain, 
That  I  another  soul  may  gain? 
Still  singing  on  my  glad  refrain, 
I  do  it  all  for  Jesus. 

How  can  I  seek  and  save  the  lost, 
The  souls  forlorn  and  tempest-tossed, 
Regarding  not  the  hardest  cost  ? 
I  do  it  all  for  Jesus. 


12  MILENNIAL   CHIMES. 

How  can  I  go  to  heathen  lands, 
To  Greenland's  snows  or  Afric's  sands, 
Obedient  to  the  Lord's  commands? 
I  do  it  all  for  Jesus. 

Xoofc  on  tbe  Briobt  Sifce- 

Y\  /OULD  you  know  a  wis  and  wondrous 
watchword  ? 

Would  you  learn  a  great  and  priceless  art? 
Would  you  find  the  sweet  and  sacred  secret 

Of  a  bright  and  happy  heart  ? 

While  we  walk  with  Him  in  holy  rightness 
We  must  shine  as  children  of  the  light  ; 

While  we  shout  our  happy  hallelujahs, 
We  must  also  do  the  right. 

God,  who  reared  the  solid  rocks  and  moun- 
tains, 
Clothed    with    bloom    and    green    their 
smiling  face, 


CHRIST   LIFE.  13 

All  His  love  would  clothe  our  rigid  Tight- 
ness 
With  His  loveliness  and  grace. 

Would  you  find  the  heavenly  pathway  easy  ? 

Would  you  run  with  joy  the  shining  way? 
You  must  trust  with  Him  your  cares  and 
sorrows  ; 

You  must  hearken  and  obey. 

Would  you  know  an  antidote  for  sickness, 
Would  you  find  a  balm  for  every  pain, 

You  must  drink  the  springs  of  holy  glad- 
ness ; 
You  must  keep  from  every  stain. 

Let  us  ever  look  upon  the  bright  side, 
Let  us  ever  stand  upon  the  right  ; 

Righteousness  will  be  our  heavenly  breast- 
plate, 
Joy  will  keep  our  armor  bright. 


14  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

£be  peace  of  (Sot), 

'"THERE'S   a   peace   that   passeth  under- 
*         standing, 
For    the     prayerful,     trustful,     thankful 
heart  ; 

Like  a  garrison  the  soul  commanding, 
It  will  shield  from  every  fiery  dart  ; 

Would   you  know  to  whom   this  peace  is 
given  ? 

Would  you  find  the  very  joy  of  heaven  ? 
Be  careful  for  nothing, 
Be  prayerful  for  everything, 
Be  thankful  for  anything, 

And  the  peace  of  God  that  passeth  under- 
standing 

Shall  keep  your  mind  and  heart. 

Are  you  fearing,  fretting  or  repining  ? 

You  can  never  know  God's  perfect  peace. 


CHRIST   LIFE.  J5 

On  His  bosom  all  your  weight  reclining, 
AH  your  anxious  doubts  and  cares  must 
cease. 

Would  you  know  the  peace  that  God  hath 
given  ? 

Would  you  find  the  very  joy  of  heaven  ? 
Be  careful  for  nothing, 
Be  prayerful  for  everything, 
Be  thankful  for  anything, 

And  the  peace  of  God  that  passeth  under- 
standing 

Shall  keep  your  mind  and  heart. 

You  may  bring  Him  every  care  and  burden, 
You  may  tell  Him  every  need  in  prayer  ; 

You  may  trust  Him  for  the  darkest  morrow, 
He  is  caring,  wherefore  need  you  care  ? 

Would  you  know  the  peace  His  grace  has 
given  ? 

Would  you  find  the  very  joy  of  heaven  ? 


MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

Be  careful  for  nothing, 

Be  prayerful  for  everything, 

Be  thankful  for  anything, 

And  the  peace  of  God  that  passeth  under- 
standing 

Shall  keep  your  mind  and  heart. 

Faith  can  never  reach  its  consummation 
Till  the  victor's  thankful  song  we  raise  ; 

In  the  glorious  City  of  Salvation 

God  has  told  us  all  the  Gates  are  Praise. 

Would  we  claim  the  peace  that  God  has 
given  ? 

Would  we  know  the  very  joy  of  heaven  ? 
Be  careful  for  nothing, 
Be  prayerful  for  everything, 
Be  thankful  for  anything, 

And  the  peace  ol  God  that  passeth  under- 
standing 

Shall  keep  your  mind  and  heart. 


CHRIST    LIFE.  17 


Ipower  from  on  Ibicjb. 

GRACIOUS,  heavenly  Father, 
Hear  Thy  people's  cry  ; 
See  us  how  we  languish, 

Help  us  ere  we  die. 
Send  us  by  Thy  Spirit 
Power  from  on  high. 


Promise  of  the  Father, 

Spirit,  ever  nigh, 
Wherefore  should  we  languish, 

Wherefore  should  we  die? 
Thou  hast  come  to  bring  us 

Power  from  on  high. 

O  how  long  we  struggle, 
O  how  hard  we  try  ! 


l8  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

Helplessly  we  labor, 
Hopelessly  we  sigh  ; 

Till  Thy  Spirit  gives  us 
Power  from  on  high. 


As  the  showers  water 
Deserts  parched  and  dry, 

As  the  vernal  sunshine 
Brings  the  summer  nigh, 

Quickening  Spirit,  bring  us 
Power  from  on  high. 


As  the  winds  of  heaven 

O'er  the  ocean  fly, 
As  the  mighty  lightnings 

Flashing  through  the  sky, 
Send  us,  mighty  Father, 

Power  from  on  high. 


CHRIST   IJFE.  19 


Send  Divine  conviction, 
Bring  salvation  nigh, 

Crucify  and  quicken, 
Save  and  sanctify. 

Bring  us,  blessed  Spirit, 
Power  from  on  high. 

Father,  at  Thy  footstool 
Low  Thy  children  lie. 

See  us  as  we  languish, 
Hear  us  as  we  cry. 

Send  us  by  Thy  Spirit 
Power  from  on  high. 


MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 


Ikeep  Sweet. 

^THERE'S  a  little  secret 
*       Worth  its  weight  in  gold  ; 
Easy  to  remember, 

Easy  to  be  told  ; 
Changing  into  blessing 

Every  curse  we  meet, 
Turning  hell  to  heaven  ; 

This  is  all — keep  sweet. 

Make  us  kind  and  gentle, 

Harmless  as  the  dove  ; 
Giving  good  for  evil, 

Meeting  hate  with  love. 
What  though  trials  press  us, 

What  though  tempests  beat  ; 
Naught  can  move  or  harm  us, 

If  we  just  keep  sweet. 


CHRIST   UPE. 


Storms  may  rage  around  us, 

Waves  may  sweep  the  deck  ; 
But,  with  hatches  covered, 

Xaught  our  bark  can  wreck. 
Sorrow  cannot  crush  us, 

Satan  must  retreat, 
If  within  our  spirit 

All  is  right  and  sweet. 

Sweet  when  things  are  bitter, 

Sweet  when  things  are  sad  ; 
Giving  songs  for  sighing, 

Making  others  glad. 
In  the  quiet  household, 

On  the  bustling  street, 
Everywhere  and  always, 

Jesus,  keep  us  sweet. 

When  our  foes  assail  us, 

When  our  friends  betray  ; 
When  our  brightest  prospects 


22  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

Wither  and  decay  ; 
Christ  can  fill  our  sadness 

With  a  joy  replete, 
Turning  grief  to  gladness, 

Making  sorrow  sweet. 

'Fountain  in  the  desert 

Song  amid  the  night, 
Beacon  in  the  darkness, 

Star  of  hope  and  light ; 
Sunshine  'mid  the  tempest, 

Shadow  from  the  heat, 
So,  our  blessed  Master, 

Make  us,  keep  us,  sweet. 

Armor  bright  and  heavenly, 
Breastplate  tried  and  true  ; 

Wall  of  fire  around  us, 
Shield  and  buckler,  too  ; 

Helmet  of  salvation, 
Panoply  complete  ; 


CHRIST   LIFE.  23 

Watchword  all-victorous, 
This  is  all — keep  sweet. 

Like;  the  buds  and  blossoms 

Found  on  Aaron's  rod, 
Like  the  holy  incense 

Offered  up  to  God  ; 
Make  us,  blessed  Master, 

For  Thy  service  meet  ; 
Fragrant,  pure,  and  holy, 

Satisfied  and  sweet. 

Blessed  rose  of  Sharon 

Breathe  upon  our  hearts, 
Fill  us  with  Thy  fragrance 

Keep  us  as  Thou  art. 
Then  Thy  life  will  make  us 

Holy  and  complete  ; 
In  Thy  grace  triumphant, 

In  Thy  sweetness,  sweet. 


24  MILI.KXXJAL    CHIMHS. 


Gimnatb  Scrab, 

r  ET  me  dwell  on  Timnath  Serah, 
^  Where  the  sun  forever  shines  ; 
Where  the  night  and  darkness  come  not, 

And  the  day  no  more  declines  ; 
Where  our  mourning  days  are  ended, 

And  our  nights  of  weeping  done  ; 
Let  me  dwell  on  Timnath  Serah, 

Glorious  City  of  the  Sun. 

Joshua  dwelt  on  Timnath  Serah 

When  his  mighty  task  was  done. 
All  he  asked  was  Timnath  Serah, 

Glorious  City  of  the  Sun. 
So  would  I,  o'er  sin  victorious, 

All  my  Land  of  Promise  won, 
Dwell  with  Christ  on  Timnath  Serah, 

Glorious  City  of  the  Sun. 


CHRIST   LIFE.  25 

Let  me  dwell  on  Timnath  Serah, 

Where  the  clouds  of  sinful  care 
Cannot  reach  my  happy  dwelling 

In  that  pure,  celestial  air. 
Doubt  and  fear  and  sin  behind  me, 

Earth  beneath  me,  heaven  begun  ; 
O,  how  sweet  is  Timnath  Serah, 

Blessed  City  of  the  Sun  ! 

0  the  bracing,  heavenly  breezes, 
O  the  pure,  celestial  air 

Blowing  soft  on  Timnath  Serah — 
Sickness  cannot  linger  there. 

1  am  drawing,  every  moment, 

Healing  from  the  Holy  One  ; 
Breathing  in  the  air  of  heaven 
In  the  City  of  the  Sun. 

O  the  heights  of  holy  rapture  ; 

O  the  fellowship  Divine  ; 
Grapes  of  Eschol,  corn  of  Canaan, 

Living  Bread  and  Heavenly  Wine  ; 


26  MILLENNIAL   CHIMLS. 

O  the  ceaseless  sweet  communion 
Of  the  Father  and  the  Son  ! 

O  the  joys  of  Timnath  Serah, 
Glorious  City  of  the  Sun  ! 

From  the  heights  of  Timnath  Serah 

O  what  glorious  visions  rise  ! 
Over  all  the  Land  of  Promise 

And  the  hills  of  Paradise  ! 
And  we  watch  for  His  appearing — 

When  a  few  more  years  are  run 
He  will  find  us  waiting  for  Him 

In  the  City  of  the  Sun. 

Would  you  dwell  on  Timnath  Serah  ? 

You  must  die  to  self  and  sin  ; 
You  must  cease  from  care  and  doubting, 

You  must  know  the  Christ  within. 
You  must  open  all  your  being 

To  receive  the  Holy  One, 
And  you'll  wTake  in  Timnath  Serah, 

Glorious  City  of  the  Sun  ! 


CHRIST  LIFE.  27 


forward 

CORWARD,  forward  ;  let  the  host  go  for- 
A   *     ward  ! 

Hear    the   mighty   watchword    from    on 
high; 
Raise  the  banner,  lift  it  higher,  higher, 

Bear  it  forth  to  glorious  victory. 
All   too   long   we've    lingered    round    our 
camp-fires, 

Let  the  blood-stained  banner  be  unfurled; 
Forward,  forward,  like  a  mighty  army, 

Bear  the  Gospel  banner  o'er  the  world. 

Forward,  forward,    leave   the   past   behind 
thee, 

Reaching  forth  unto  the  things  before  ; 
All  the  Land  of  Promise  lies  before  thee, 

God  has  greater  blessings  yet  ill  store. 


28  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

On  to  broader  fields  of  holy  vision, 
On  to  loftier  heights  of  faith  and  love  ; 

Onward,  upward,  wholly  apprehending 
All  for  which  He  calls  thee  from  above. 

Forward,  forward,  rise  to  nobler  service, 

Fold  the  tent  and  bear  the  banner  on  ; 
There  are  new  and  larger  fields  to  conquer, 

There  are  grander  victories  to  be  won. 
There  are  souls  with  no  one  else  to  caie  for, 

There  are  things  that  no  one  else  can  do  ; 
Forward,  forward,  choose  the  post  of  danger, 

Go  where  Christ  has  greatest  need  of  you. 

Forward,  forward,  on  to  every  nation, 
Give  the  glorious  Gospel  to  the  world  ; 

Over  all  the  lands  that  lie  in  darkness 
L,et  the  blood-stained  banner  be  unfurled. 

On  till  every  tongue  and  tribe  and  kindred 
Hear  the  glorious  Gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 


CHRIST  LIFF.  29 

Forward,  forward,  till  the  name  of  Jesus 
Shall  re-echo  all  the  world  around. 

Forward,  forward,  He  is  leading  forward, 

L,o  !  the  Pillar  Cloud  is  moving  on  ; 
We  are  going  forth  to  meet  the  Bridegroom, 

As    He    comes    to    claim    His    Advent 
Throne. 
Soon  the  little  flock  will  all  be  gathered, 

Soon  the  glorious  Bride  will  be  complete  ; 
Forward,  forward,  just  a  little  longer, 

And  we'll  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet! 


3<D  MILLENNIA!,  CHIMES. 


36reatbitiQ  ©ut  anb  Breatbtno  1In, 

JESUS,  breathe  Thy  Spirit  on  me, 
^      Teach  me  how  to  breathe  Thee  in  ; 
Help  me  pour  into  Thy  bosom 
All  my  life  of  self  and  sin. 

I  am  breathing  out  my  own  life 
That  I  may  be  filled  with  Thine, 

Letting  go  my  strength  and  weakness, 
Breathing  in  Thy  strength  divine. 

Breathing  out  my  sinful  nature, 

Thou  hast  borne  it  all  for  me  : 
Breathing  in  Thy  cleansing  fullness, 

Finding  all  my  life  in  Thee. 

I  am  breathing  out  my  sorrow 
On  Thy  kind  and  gentle  breast ; 


CHRIST  I^IFE.  31 

Breathing  in  Thy  joy  and  comfort, 
Breathing  in  Thy  peace  and  rest. 

I  am  breathing  out  my  sickness, 
Thou  hast  borne  its  burden  too  ; 

I  am  breathing  in  Thy  healing, 
Ever  promised,  ever  new, 

I  am  breathing  out  my  longings 

In  Thy  listening,  loving  ear  ; 
I  am  breathing  in  Thy  answers, 

Stilling  every  doubt  and  fear. 

I  am  oreathing  every  moment, 
Drawing  all  my  life  from  Thee  ; 

Breath  by  breath  I  live  upon  Thee, 
Every  moment  breathe  in  me. 


-2  MILENNIAL  CHIMES. 


110  lit  Jfor  fIDe? 

TS  it  for  me  to  be  pardoned  and  saved, 

Simply  by  trusting  His  word  ? 
Is  it  for  one  so  defiled  and  depraved, 
Jesus  to  claim  as  my  Lord  ? 

Is  it  for  me  to  be  cleansed  by  His  power 

Frcm  the  pollution  of  sin  ? 
Is  it  for  me  to  be  kept  every  hour 

By  His  abiding  within  ? 

Is  it  for  me  to  be  perfectly  whole 
Through  His  anointing  divine  ? 

Claiming  in  spirit,  and  body  and  soul 
All  of  His  fullness  as  mine? 

Is  it  for  me  e'en  to  ask  what  I  will 
And  to  receive  it  from  Him  ? 


CHRIST  LIFE.  33 

Can  I  expect  that  His  fullness  will  fill 
Even  my  cup  to  the  brim  ? 

Is  it  for  me  to  rejoice  and  be  glad, 
Even  when  tempests  may  roar  ? 

Never  again  to  be  anxious  or  sad, 
But  to  rejoice  evermore? 

Is  it  for  me  to  be  used  by  His  grace, 
Helping  His  kingdom  to  bring? 

Is  it  for  me  to  inherit  a  place 

E'en  on  the  Throne  of  my  King  ? 

Is  it  for  me  to  be  heir  to  a  crown 

Brighter  than  ruby  or  sun  ? 
Is  it  for  me  on  the  world  to  look  down, 

And  its  ambitions  to  shun  ? 

Is  it  for  me  to  be  with  Him  above, 

And  to  be  even  as  He  ? 
Wonderful,  matchless  and  Infinite  Love  ! 

Are  there  such  glories  for  me  ? 


34  MIU^NNIAL  CHIMES. 


Gbe  Ma?  Everlasting 

QEARCH  me,    O    God  !    search   me  and 
^     know  my  heart, 

Try  me  and  prove  me  in  the  hidden  part, 
Cleanse  me  and  make  me  holy  as  Thou  art, 
And  lead  me  in  the  way  Everlasting. 

Thou  art  the  same  to-day  and  yesterday, 
O  !  make  Thy  life  in  me  the  same  alway, 
Take  from  my  heart  the  things  that  pass 
away, 
And  lead  me  in  the  way  Everlasting. 

Give  me  the  trust  that  naught  can  check  or 

chill, 
lAhe   love   that    lives    unchanged    through 

good  and  ill, 


CHRIST  LIFE.  35 

The  joy  that   through  all    trials   triumphs 
still, 
And  lead  me  in  the  way  Everlasting. 

Take  my  poor  heart  and  only  let  me  love 
The  things  and   friends  that  shall  abiding 

prove, 
Bind    all    my    heart-strings    to   the   world 

above, 
And  lead  me  in  the  way  Everlasting. 

Help  me  to  lay  my  treasures  up  on  high, 
Teach  me  to  seek  my  fortune  in  the  sky, 
Keep  my  best  things  for  the  blest  by-and- 
by, 
And  lead  me  in  the  way  Everlasting. 

O  !  let  my  work  abide  the  testing  day, 
That  shall   consume   the   stubble   and    the 
hay, 


2,6  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES 

Build  me  upon  the  eternal  Rock,  I  pray, 
And  lead  me  in  the  way  Everlasting. 

Breathe  Thine  own  breath  through  all  my 

mortal  frame, 
Help  me  Thy  resurrection  life  to  claim, 
Which,  'mid    all   changes,  still    abides   the 

same, 
And  lead  me  in  the  way  Everlasting. 

Give  me  the  heavenly  foretaste  here,  I  pray, 
Let  faith  foredate  the  Everlasting  day, 
And,  walking  in  its  glory  all  the  way, 
O  !  lead  me  in  the  way  Everlasting. 


CHRIST  UFE.  37 


j£ven  ae  1be, 

/^\H  !  what  a  wonderful  place 
^-^     Jesus  has  given  to  me  ! 
Saved  by  His  glorious  grace, 
I  may  be  even  as  He. 

When  with  my  Lord  I  appear, 
Like  Him  I  know  I  shall  be  ; 

But  while  I  walk  with  Him  here, 
I  may  be  even  as  He. 

One  in  His  death  on  the  tree, 
One  as  He  rose  from  the  dead  ; 

I  from  the  curse  am  as  free 
E'en  as  my  glorious  Head. 

One  on  the  Throne  by  His  side, 
One  in  His  Sonship  Divine, 


38  MII^ENNIAI,  CHIMES. 

One  as  the  Bridegroom  and  Bride, 
One  as  the  Branch  and  the  Vine. 

One  in  His  merits  I  stand, 
One  as  I  pray  in  His  name  ; 

All  that  His  worth  can  command 
I  can  with  confidence  claim. 

One  in  His  faith  and  His  love, 
One  in  His  life  I  may  be  ; 

Sealed  by  the  Heavenly  Dove, 
I  may  be  holy,  as  He. 

One  in  the  sorrows  He  bore, 
One  in  His  service  so  true  ; 

Even  His  tears  I  may  share, 
Even  His  works  I  may  do. 

Even  His  peace  and  His  joy 
Jesus  hath  given  to  me  ; 

What  can  distress  or  annoy  ? 
I  am  as  happy  as  He. 


CHRIST   UFE.  39 

One  in  the  rapturous  hour 

When  He  shall  come  for  His  own  ; 
Raised  by  His  glorious  power, 

I  shall  sit  down  on  His  Throne. 

All  that  He  has  shall  be  mine, 

All  that  He  is  I  shall  be  ; 
Robed  in  His  glory  Divine, 

I  shall  be  even  as  He. 


40  MILLENNIAL    CHIMES. 

Xiving  in  Ibis  Xove, 

/^H  !  the  precious  words  that  Jesus  left  us 
^-^     Ere  He  went  above  ; 
"'  As  My  Father  loved  Me  I  have  loved  you; 
Live  in  My  love." 

Oh  !  how  great  the  cost  His  love  has  suf- 
fered, 

All  its  depths  to  prove  ! 
Let  us  never  doubt  His  loving  kindness 

Or  grieve  His  love. 

Oh  !  the  light  it  sheds  on  all  around  us, 

Shining  from  above  ; 
As  we  walk  with  Him  in  heavenly  places, 

In  perfect  heavenly  love. 

Saviour,  shed  abroad  Thy  love  within  us 

By  the  heavenly  Dove  ; 
Help  us  to  abide  in  Thee  each  moment, 

And  in  Thy  love. 


CHRIST   LIFE.  41 


Jflll  tbe  (Tenser. 

\    IKE  a  golden  censer  glowing, 
^     Filled  with  burning  odors  rare, 
All  my  heart  is  upward  flowing, 
In  a  cloud  of  ceaseless  prayer. 

O'er  the  heavenly  altar  bending, 

Jesus  interceding  stands, 
And  our  prayers  to  heaven  ascending 

Reach  the  Father  through  His  hands, 

Let  us  bring  our  least  petitions, 
Like  the  incense  beaten  small, 

All  our  cares,  complaints,  conditions 
Jesus  loves  to  bear  them  all. 

Send  the  coals  of  heavenly  fire 
From  the  altar  of  the  skies  ; 


42  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

Fill  our  hearts  with  strong  desire, 
Till  our  prayers  like  incense  rise. 

Sweet  as  breath  of  spices  burning, 
Keep  our  hearts  like  incense  rare„ 

All  our  being  heavenward  turning 
In  a  cloud  of  ceaseless  prayer. 


CHRIST  LIFE.  43 

II  Hm  lentering  Tin, 

1HAVE  come  with  my  guilt  to  the  altar  of 
blood, 
In  the  laver  of  cleansing  I'm  washed  from 
my  sin, 
And  now  to  the  innermost  presence  of  God, 
To  the  Holy  of  Holies,  I'm  entering  in. 

In   my  blood-sprinkled   robes   I    can  stand 
without  dread, 
Where  the  lamps  of   the  Lord  o'er   the 
Cherubim  shine  ; 
I'm  feasting  my  soul  on  the  heavenly  bread, 
I   am    breathing    the    odors    of    incense 
Divine. 

I  have  passed  thro'    the  vail  to  the  sacred 
abode 
Where  His  glory  the  Saviour  reveals  to 
His  own, 
And  now,  in  the  innermost  presence  of  God, 
I  am  dwelling  forever,  with  Jesus  alone. 


44  MIUvENNIAI,   CHIMES. 


He  a  Xtttle  Cbilfc. 

AlfHEN  He  came  from  heaven  to  earth, 
Jesus  stooped  to  mortal  birth 
As  a  little  child  ; 
Now  He  reigns  above  the  sky, 
But  the  name  He  bears  on  high 
Is  God's  holy  child. 

As  of  old,  on  Christmas  morn, 
Christ  in  us  again  is  born 

As  a  little  child  ; 
And  He  bids  His  followers  be 
Meek  and  holy,  e'en  as  He, 

Like  a  little  child. 

Give  me,  Lord,  the  childlike  heart, 
Make  me  simple,  free  from  art, 
As  a  little  child  ; 


CHRIST  I.IFE.  45 

Trustful,  loving,  glad  and  free, 
Sweet  and  holy  let  me  be 
Like  a  little  child. 

Jesus,  treat  me  as  a  child, 

And  when  swept  by  tempests  wild 

Still  Thy  troubled  child. 
Hush  my  doubts  and  fears  to  rest, 
And  upon  Thy  gentle  breast 

Fold  Thy  little  child. 


flotbing  is  Zoo  Ibarb  for  Jesus. 

/^vFT  there  comes  a  wondrous  message 
^-^  When  my  hopes  are  growing  dim  ; 
I  can  hear  it  through  the  darkness, 

Like  some  sweet  and  far-off  hymn. 
Nothing  is  too  hard  for  Jesus, 

No  man  can  work  like  Him. 


46  MII^ENNIAI,  CHIMES. 

When  my  frame  is  worn  with  sickness, 
And  with  tears  my  eyelids  swim, 

I  can  hear  the  promise  ringing 

Like  some  sweet  and  heavenly  hymn  ; 

Nothing  is  too  hard  for  Jesus, 
No  man  can  work  like  Him. 

When  the  way  is  closed  in  darkness 
And  my  foes  are  fierce  and  grim, 

Still  it  sings  above  the  conflict 

Like  some  glad,  victorious  hymn  ; 

Nothing  is  too  hard  for  Jesus, 
No  man  can  work  like  Him. 

When  my  heart  is  crushed  with  anguish 
And  the  waters  reach  the  brim, 

Faith  can  hear  the  mighty  chorus 
Like  some  glorious  battle  hymn  ; 

Nothing  is  too  hard  for  Jesus, 
No  man  can  work  like  Him. 


CHRIST  LIFF.  47 


^      (Slorp, 

T  HAVE  found  a  heaven  below, 
*      I  am  living  in  the  glory  ; 

0  !  the  joy  and  strength  I  know 

While  I'm  living  in  the  glory  of  the  Lord 

Storms  of  sorrow  'round  me  fall, 
But  I'm  living  in  the  glory  ; 

1  can  sing  above  them  all, 

I  am  living  in  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

Satan  cannot  touch  my  heart 
While  I'm  living  in  the  glory  ; 

This  disarms  each  fiery  dart, 

I  am  living  in  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

I  can  triumph  over  pain 

While  I'm  living  in  the  glory  ; 


48  MIW,ENNIAI,  CHIMES. 

I  can  count  each  loss  a  gain, 

When  I'm  living  in  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

I  am  poor  and  little  known, 

But  I'm  living  in  the  glory  ; 
And  I'm  waiting  for  a  Throne, 

And  I'm  living  in  the  glory  of  the  Lord, 

Soon  my  King  will  come  for  me 

To  be  with  Him  in  the  glory  ; 
Then  my  sweeter  song  shall  be 

I'm  reigning  in  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 


CHRIST  UFE. 


1It  flfccans  3ii9t  Wbat  lit  Sa^s 

THERE  are  some  who  believe  the  Bibh, 
And  some  who  believe  a  part, 
Some  who  trust  with  a  reservation, 
And  some  with  all  the  heart. 
f  But  I  know  that  its  every  promise 
Is  firm  and  true  always  ; 
It  is  as  tried  as  the  precious  silver, 
And  it  means  just  what  it  says. 

It  assures  me  of  salvation 

Thro'  Jesus'  precious  blood, 
For  the  souls  that  will  trust  His  mercy, 

And  yield  themselves  to  God. 
And  I  claim  for  myself  the  promise, 

And  just  begin  to  praise  ; 
For  it  says  I  am  saved  by  trusting, 

And  I'm  saved  just  as  it  says. 


50  MILENNIAL   CHIMES. 

And  it  tells  me  there  is  cleansing 

From  every  secret  sin, 
And  a  great  and  full  salvation 

To  keep  the  heart  within. 
And  I  take  Him  in  His  fullness, 

With  all  His  glorious  grace, 
For  He  says  it  is  mine  by  taking, 

And  I  take  just  what  He  says. 

And  it  tells  me  He  will  heal  me, 

And  hear  my  feeblest  cry  ; 
And  that  all  His  royal  bounty 

Will  all  my  need  supply. 
And  I  seem  to  know  no  better 

Than  trust  Him  all  my  ways, 
For  He  says  I  may  trust  Him  fully  ; 

And  I  trust  Him  just  as  He  says. 

Let  me  hearken  to  all  His  precepts, 
And  instantly  obey. 


CHRIST  LIFE.  51 

Let  me  run  to  perform  His  bidding, 

Whatever  He  may  say. 
Let  me  cherish  His  least  commandment 

And  walk  in  all  His  ways  ; 
Let  me  always  obey  my  Master, 

And  do  just  what  He  says. 

It  is  strange  we  trust  each  other, 

And  only  doubt  our  Lord  ; 
We  will  take  the  words  of  mortalr . 

And  yet  distrust  His  Word. 
But,  O  !  what  a  light  and  glory 

Would  shine  o'er  all  our  days, 
If  we  always  would  remember, 
f    He  means  just  what  He  says. 


52  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

II  Ibave  ©vercome  Jfor  Zbee. 

CAINTING  soldiers  of  the  Lord, 
*        Hear  the  sweet  inspiring  word, 
I  have  vanquished  all  thy  foes, 
I  have  suffered  all  thy  woes  ; 

Struggling  soldiers,  trust  in  me, 

I  have  overcome  for  thee. 

Fear  not,  though  thy  foes  be  strong, 

Faint  not,  though  the  fight  be  long  ; 
Trust  thy  glorious  Captain's  power, 
Watch  with  Him  one  little  hour  ; 
Hear  Him  calling,  l<  Follow  Me, 
I  have  overcome  for  thee. ' ' 

Soon  the  conflict  shall  be  done, 

Soon  the  battle  shall  be  won  ; 

Soon  shall  wave  the  victor's  palm, 

Soon  shall  sing  the  eternal  Psalm  ; 

Then  our  joyful  song  shall  be, 

I  have  overcome  through  Thee. 


CHRIST  LIFE.  53 

(Bofr's  1Best 

r^  OD  has  His  best  things  for  the  few 
^J     Who  dare  to  stand  the  test  ; 
God  has  His  second  choice  for  those 
Who  will  not  have  His  best. 

It  is  not  always  open  ill 

That  risks  the  Promised  Rest ; 

The  better,  often,  is  the  foe 
That  keeps  us  from  the  best. 

There's  scarcely  one  but  vaguely  wants 

In  some  way  to  be  blest  ; 
'Tisnot  Thy  blessing,  Lord,  I  seek, 

I  want  Thy  very  best. 

And  others  make  the  highest  choice, 

But,  when  by  trials  pressed, 
They   shrink,    they    yield,    they    shun  the 
cross, 

And  so  they  loose  the  best. 


54  MIUvENNIAL  CHIMES. 

I  want,  in  this  short  life  of  mine, 

As  much  as  can  be  pressed 
Of  service  true  for  God  and  man  ; 

Help  me  to  be  my  best. 

I  want  to  stand  when  Christ  appears 

In  spotless  raiment  dressed  ; 
Numbered  among  His  hidden  ones, 

His  holiest  and  best. 

I  want,  among  the  victor  throng, 
To  have  my  name  confessed  ; 

And  hear  my  Master  say  at  last, 
Well  done  ;  you  did  your  best. 

Give  me,  O  Lord,  Thy  highest  choice  ; 

L,et  others  take  the  rest  ; 
Their  good  things  have  no  charm  for  me, 

For  I  have  got  Thy  best. 


CHRIST  LIFE.  55 


(Soft's  XCT)ou0bt3. 

"TEACH  me  Thy  thoughts,  0  God  ! 
*       Talk  with  me  day  by  day  ; 

And  help  me  through  life's  mazy  path 
To  understand  Thy  way. 

Teach  me  Thy  thoughts,  O  God  ! 

Think  Thou,  Thyself,  in  me, 
Then  shall  I  only  always  think 

Thine  own  thoughts  after  Thee. 

I  know  the  thoughts  of  man 

With  fading  lustre  shine  ; 
I  know  my  thoughts  are  empty  dreams 

Without  Thy  touch  divine. 

Teach  me  Thy  thoughts,  O  God  ! 
What  message  shall  I  give 


56  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

To  this  strange  age  of  earnest  men3 
This  age  in  which  I  live  ? 

Teach  me  Thy  thoughts,  0  God  ! 

Show  me  Thy  plan  Divine  ; 
Save  me  from  all  my  plans  and  works, 

And  lead  me  into  Thine. 

Teach  me  Thy  thoughts,  0  God  ! 

Thy  coming  is  at  hand  ; 
The  signals  of  the  glorious  day, 

O,  let  me  understand  ! 

Teach  me  Thy  thoughts,  O  God  ! 

My  spirit  longs  for  Thee  ; 
And  best  of  all  Thy  thoughts  is  this, 

Thou  thinkest,  Lord,  of  me  ! 


CHRIST  LIFE.  57 


£be  Xove  of  Gbrtet- 

[   DO  not  think,  I  only  trust  and  love  ; 
■     My  restless  thoughts  would  oft  my  love 

betray  ; 
But   O,  how  sweet   to    still  the  throbbing 
brain, 
And  in  the  heart's  deep  silent  heaven  to 
stay  ! 

I  want  to  love  like  Him,  who  first  loved  me; 
If  He  had  thought,  He  had  not  loved  at 
all; 
But  He  refused  to  see  my  sin  and  blame, 
And  loved,  and  loves  me  still  in  spite  of 
all. 

O  help  me,  Lord,  to  love,  and  not  to  think! 
To  live  within  the  heart's  sweet  sanctu- 
ary. 


5&  MIIXENNIAI,  CHIMES. 

To    draw    my    life   from    love's    immortal 
springs, 
And  find  e'en  here  the  heaven  that  is  to 
be. 

Make  me  as  one  beheaded,  blind  and  deaf  ; 
With  nothing  left  but  one  great  heart  of 
love. 
Enough  that  Thou   dost  think,  and  know, 
and  judge. 
My  part  to  be  the  gentle,   harmless  dove. 

I  wane  my  heart  to  grow  from  day  to  day, 
Till  it  shall  reach  the  measure  of  Thine 
own  ; 
Till  I  have  room  to  hold  Thy  heart  in  mine 
And  all  my   soul  becomes   Love's  royal 
throne. 


CHRIST  UFE.  59 

The  love  that  springs  from  outward  sight 
and  sense 
Is  earth-born  ;  ebbing  like  the  changing 
tides  ; 
The  Christ  love  springs  spontaneous  from 
above 
And,  like   the   life    of  God,    unchanged 
abides. 

The   earth  love   looks   for  worth   before  it 
loves  ; 
The  Christ  love,  like  the  glorious  Sun  of 
heaven, 
Reflects  its  glory  on  the  worthless  one, 
And  loves  the  loveliness  itself  hath  given. 

I  want  the  love  that  cannot  help  but  love  ; 

Loving,  like  God,  for  very  sake  of  love. 
A  spring  so  full  that  it  must  overflow, 

A    fountain     flowing    from    the    throne 
above. 


MILLENNIA!,  CHIMES. 


Xove's  portrait 

[  WANT  the  love  that  suffers  and  is  kind, 
A     That  envies  not,  nor  vaunts  its  pride  or 

fame, 
Is  not  puffed  up,  does  no  discourteous  act, 
Is   not  provoked,   nor  seeks  its  own  to 

claim. 

I  want  the  love  that  thinks  no  evil  thought 
Nor  dwells  complacent  on  another's  sin, 

But  in  the  truth  delights,  and  evermore 
Still  seeks  the  erring  to  the  truth  to  win. 

I  want  the  love  that  springs  from  holy  faith, 
And  still  believes,  although  it  cannot  see; 

That  even  for  the  hopeless,  hopes  the  best, 
And  loves  because  of  what  is  yet  to  be. 


CHRIST  LIFE.  6l 

I  want  the  love  that  all  things  sweetly  bears 
Whate'er  my  Father's  hand  may  choose 
to  send  ; 
I  want  the  love  that  patiently  endures 
The  wrongs  that  come  from  human  foe  or 
friend. 

There  is  but  One  can  live  and  love  like  this; 
The   Christ-love   from   the   living  Christ 
must  spring  ; 
O  !  Jesus  !  come  and  live  Thy  life  in  me, 
And  all  Thy  heaven  of  love  and  blessing 
bring. 

XooFung  ©ver* 

/^VNCE,  of  old,  on  Hebron's  height, 
^-^Jesus  stood  one  glorious  night 
In  Transfiguration  bright, 
Looking  over. 


62  MIIJ^ENNIAI,   CHIMES. 

Past  the  cross  where  He  should  die, 
Past  the  grave  where  He  should  lie, 
Over  to  His  Throne  so  high, 
Looking  over. 

Down  the  mountain  He  could  see 
Kedron's  vale  and  Calvary's  Tree  ; 
But  how  small  they  seem  to  be, 

Looking  over. 
Dwarfed  before  the  vision  bright, 
Lost  amid  the  Eternal  light, 
Bursting  on  His  ravished  sight, 

Looking  over. 

He  could  see  the  lifted  stone, 

He  could  see  the  Ascension  Throne, 

Satan,  Sin  and  Death  o'er  thrown, 

Looking  over. 
He  could  see  the  Gospel  roll 
O'er  the  world  from  pole  to  pole 


CHRIST  LIFE.  63 

Making  ruined  sinners  whole, 
Looking  over. 

He  could  see  the  ransomed  throng, 
He  could  hear  the  rapturous  song 
Rolling  on  through  ages  long, 

Looking  over. 
He  could  see  His  glorious  Bride 
Saved  and  seated  by  His  side, 
And  His  soul  was  satisfied 

Looking  over. 

Let  us  look  from  Hebron's  height 
Over  all  life's  little  night 
To  the  Sunlit  hills  of  Light, 

Looking  over. 
And  the  joy  that's  set  before 
Every  cross  shall  lift  us  o'er, 
Till  we  stand  on  yonder  shore, 

Looking  over. 


64        /  MHJ.BNNIAI,  CHIMES. 


©nl£  Mait, 

Y^iFT  there  comes  a  gentle  whisper  o'er 
^-^  me  stealing 

When  my  trials  and  my  burdens  seem  too 
great, 
Xike    the    sweet-voiced    bells    of   evening 
softly  pealing, 
It  is  saying  to  my  spirit,  only  wait  ! 

When    I   cannot   understand   my   Father's 
leading, 
And  it  seems  to  be  but   hard   and   cruel 
Fate, 
Still  I  hear  the  gentle  whisper  ever  plead- 
ing, 
God  is   working,    God   is   faithful,   only 
wait  ! 


CHRIST  LIFE.  65 

When  the  promise  seems  to  linger  long  de- 
laying, 
And  I  tremble  lest  perhaps  it  come    too 
late, 
Still   I   hear   that   sweet-voiced  angel  ever 
saying 
Though  it  tarry,  it  is  coming,  only  wait  ! 

When  I  see  the    wicked   prosper   in   their 
sinning, 
And   the   righteous   pressed   by  many  a 
cruel  strait, 
I  remember  this  is  only  the  beginning, 
And  I  whisper  to  my  spirit,  only  wait ! 

Oh  !  how  little  soon  will  seem  our  hardest 
sorrow  ; 
And  how  trifling  is  our  present   brief  es- 
state  ; 


66  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

Could  we  see  it  in  the  light  of  heaven's  to- 
morrow, 
Oh  !  how  easy  it  would  be  for  us  to  wait  ! 

I  have  chosen  my  eternal   portion   yonder  ; 
I  am  pressing  hard  to  reach  yon  heavenly 
gate  ; 
And  though  oft  along  the  way  I  weep  and 
wTonder, 
Still    I    hear    that    angel  wThisper,  only 
wait  ! 


JtymQ5  of  [puitatioi?. 


^pfe 


Z\k  Son  of  HCan, 

THE  Son  of  Man  has  come 

To  seek  and  save  the  lost  ; 
Was  there  ever  such  wonderful,  wonderf;:1 
love  ? 
Was  there  ever  such  wonderful  cost  ? 

The  Son  of  Man  has  come 

To  die  for  you  and  me  ; 
He  has  ransomed  thy  soul,  He   has    can- 
celled thy  sins, 

He  has  nailed  them  to  Calvary's  tree. 

The  Son  of  Man  has  come 

To  seek  and  save  thee  now  ; 
O  come  to  Him,    yield  to  Him,   give  Him 
dry  heart, 
And  before  Him  in  penitence  bow. 

69 


70  MIIvLENNIAIv  CHIMES. 

The  Son  of  Man  has  come 

To  seek  thy  helpless  heart ; 
He  will  teach  thee  to  trust  Him,  and  help 
thee  to  come, 

And  welcome  thee  just  as  thou  art. 

The  Son  of  Man  is  come  s 

To  save  from  self  and  sin  ; 
He    is    waiting  to   save   to   the   uttermost 
bounds, 

And  to  give  thee  His  Spirit  within. 

The  Son  of  Man  is  come, 

Ere  long  the  cry  will  ring  ; 
Shall  we  hasten  to  meet  Him,  descending 
the  skies, 

As  our  S?viour  and  glorious  King  ? 


INVITATION. 


Come  to  3csus  IRow* 

T    INGERING  soul  at  Mercy's  gate, 
"Why  wilt  thou  forever  wait? 
Hasten  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 
Come  to  Jesus  now. 

Why,  O  why,  will  you  delay  ? 
Christ  is  here  to  point  the  way. 
Vou  may  come,  and  come  to-day  ; 
Come  to  Jesus  now. 

Lingering  soul,  delay  no  more, 
Haste  ere  life's  brief  day  is  o'er; 
Haste,  ere  Mercy  shuts  the  door; 
Come  to  Jesus  now. 


72  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

Come  Back  to  <5ofc>. 

r    IKE   some   fond  father  over  a  lost  one 
^  one  yearning, 

So  God  is  waiting  for  the  soul's  returning  ; 
O  sinful  soul,  so  long  His  mercy  spurning, 
He  calls  to  thee,  Comeback,  come  back  to 
God. 

Come    to   the    Father,  who   so   long   hath 

sought  thee ; 
Come  to  the  Saviour,  who  so  dearly  bought 

thee  ; 
Come   from   the  sin   that  hath   such    ruin 

wrought  thee  ; 
Yield  to  His  call,   Come  back,  come  back 

to  God. 

Far  hast  thou  wandered  in  thy  sinful  stray- 
ing ; 

Long  hast  thou  kept  His  patient  love  delay- 
ing ; 


INVITATION. 

But   still  that   love  is    waiting,   knocking, 
praying, 
O,  sinful  soul,  come  back,  come  back  to 
God. 

Come   back   to  God,    thy  day  of  grace  is 

dying  ; 
Come  back  to-day,     thy  hours  are  swiftly 

flying  ; 
O  heed  the  angel  hands  that  haste   thee, 

crying, 
Come  back  to-night ;    come  back,  come 

back  to  God. 

Us  flt  IRujbt  Witb  <Sot>  ? 

'"THERE'S  a  question  God  is  asking 
*       Every  conscience  in  His  sight  ; 
Let  it  reach  thine  inmost  being, 
Is  it  right  with  God,  all  right  ? 


%  MIIJvENNIAI,  CHIMES. 

Is  there  anything  unholy 
Thou  art  hiding  from  the  light  ? 

Is  there  any  sinful  secret  ? 
Is  it  right  with  God,  all  right  ? 

Should  the  summons  come  to  meet  Him 
Ere  shall  end  this  very  night, 

Would  He  find  thy  house  in  order  ? 
Is  it  right  with  God,  all  right  ? 

Are  you  waiting  for  His  coming 
With    your    lamps    all    trimmed    and 
bright  ? 

Are  your  garments  pure  and  spotless  ? 
Is  it  right  with  God,  all  right  ? 

He  who  asks  the  searching  question 
Waits  to  cleanse  thee  with  His  blood  ; 

Let  Him  search  thee,   let  *  Him  cleanse 
thee, 
Make  thee  right,  all  right  with  God. 


INVITATION.  75 


Hotbina   to  Do  3But  to  Come. 

/^H  !  how  easy  it  is  to  be  saved, 
^-^     If  to  Jesus  you  only  will  come  ; 
He  is  waiting  to  welcome  you  just  as  you 
are, 
And  there's  nothing  to  do  but   to   come. 

He   hath  said  He'll  M  in  no  wise  cast  out'; 

The  soul  that  to  Jesus  will  come  ; 
Then  come  at  His  word,  and   His  promise 
believe, 

For  there's  nothing  to  do  but  to  come. 

His  forgiveness  will  cover  the  past, 

If  only  to  Jesus  you'll  come  ; 
And  His  love  and  His  grace  for  your  future 
provide, 

Till  at  length  to  His  glory  you  come. 


r;o  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

Do  net  struggle  for  feeling  or  faith, 
There  is  nothing  to  do  but  to  come  ; 

He  is  waiting  to  fill  you  with   all  you  re- 
quire, 
From  the  moment  to  Jesus  you  come. 

It  is  not  the  coming  that  saves, 

But  the  Christ  at  whose  bidding  we  come  ; 
Then   come   unto   Him,  He  is  waiting  for 

thee, 
And  there's  nothing  to  do  but  to  come. 

Oh  !  how  easy  it  is  to  be  saved  ! 

There  is  nothing  to  do  but  to  come  ; 
But  how  fearful  if  you,  after  all,  should  be 
lost  ! 

When  there's  nothing  to  do  but  to  come ! 


Jtypws  of  Jieali^. 


Balm  in  (Stleafc, 

A  SI  sadly  look  around  me 
**     O'er  a  world  of  grief  and  woe, 
O  the  hearts  that  break  w7ith  anguish, 

O  the  bitter  tears  that  flow  ; 
And  I  sometimes  almost  wonder 

Is  there  none  to  help  or  care  ? 
Is  there,  then,  no  balm  in  Gilead  ? 

Is  there  no  Physician  there  ? 

There  is  healing  in  the  Promise, 

There  is  healing  in  the  Blood, 
There  is  strength  for  all  our  weakness 

In  the  Risen  Son  of  God  ; 
And  the  feeblest  of  His  children 

All  His  glorious  life  may  share  ; 
He  has  better  balm  than  Gilead, 

He's  the  Great  Physician  there. 

79 


8o  MIIXENNIAI,  CHIMES. 

O  how  sad  that  lives  should  languish, 

O  how  sad  that  hearts  should  bleed  ; 
Christ  has  brought  a  full  salvation ; 

There  is  help  for  all  our  need. 
'Tis  because  they  will  not  trust  Him  ; 

Hearts  are  asking  everywhere 
Is  there,  then,  no  balm  in  Gilead? 

Is  there  no  Physician  there  ? 

Would  you  prove  the  Great  Physician , 

You  must  do  what  He  commands  ; 
Carefully  obey  His  orders, 

Lie  submissive  in  His  hands. 
You  must  trust  without  a  question, 

Cast  upon  Him  every  care  ; 
And  you'll  find  there's  balm  in  Gilead, 

There's  a  Great  Physician  there. 


HEALING-  8l 


Ibealino  in  Ibis  Minos. 

"TO  those  that  fear  Jehovah's  name, 

How    sweet    the    word    the    prophet 
brings  ! 
"  The  Sun  of  Righteousness  shall  rise, 
With  healing  in  His  wings." 

It  is  to  those  who  fear  His  name, 

His  healing  power  the  Saviour  brings  ; 

O  !  let  us  hide,  with  contrite  hearts, 
Beneath  His  healing  wings. 

He  is  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
And  while  to  sin  our  spirit  clings 

We  cannot  know  His  healing  touch, 
Or  rest  beneath  His  wings. 


82  MILLENNIAL    CHIMES. 

It  is  His  wings  that  heal  our  pains, 

And  soothe  the  serpent's  poisoned  stings; 

Close  to  His  bosom  we  must  press, 
To  feel  His  healing  wings. 

Beneath  those  healing  wings  I  rest, 
While  all  my  heart  with  rapture  sings, 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness  has  ris'n, 
With  healing  in  His  wings  ! 


<?f?imes  of  \\op<{. 


Some  Sweet  fIDorn- 

COME  sweet  morn    the   day  shall   break, 
^      Never  more  to  sink  in  night. 
Some  sweet  morn  we  shall  awake 
'Mid  the  everlasting  light. 


Some  swreet  day  the  end  shall  come, 
To  our  parting  and  our  pain  ; 

Some  sweet  day  we'll  all  go  home, 
Nevermore  to  part  again. 

Some  sweet  morn  our  mortal  frame 
Shall  His  glorious  image  bear  ; 

Some  sweet  hour  our  worthless  name 
All  His  majesty  shall  share. 

85 


86  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES 

Some  sweet  time  we'll  weep  no  more 
O'er  these  scenes  of  sin  and  woe, 

Christ  shall  reign  from  shore  to  shore, 
Heaven  come  down  to  dwell  below. 


Some  sweet  day  our  tongue  shall  tell, 
All  the  story  of  His  love  ; 

Some  sweet  day  our  song  shall  swell, 
Loud  and  sweet  as  songs  above. 


Some  sweet  morn  we'll  see  His  face, 
And  we  shall  be  satisfied  ; 

Some  sweet  day  in  His  embrace 
We  shall  evermore  abide. 


THE  I.oRH'S  COMING.  87 


Even  So, 

THERE'S  a  sweet  and  sacred  prayer 

On  the  last  prophetic  page, 
Breathed  by  John  on  Patmos'  Isle, 

Left  for  us  from  age  to  age  ; 
Echo  of  the  Master's  Voice, 

Lo  I  come,  I  quickly  come  ; 
And  the  Bride  repeats  the  cry, 
11  Even  so,  Lord  Jesus,  come." 

1 '  Even  so  ;  "  we  seldom  dream 

What  these  mighty  words  imply  ; 
How  they  tell  of  lives  conformed 

To  a  Hope  so  great  and  high  ; 
Tell  of  hearts  transformed  and  free, 

Ready  at  His  call  to  go  ; 
All  our  life  one  living  page — 

u  Come,  Lord  Jesus,  even  so." 


88  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

Let  us  live  our  blessed  Hope, 

Let  us  prove  our  Advent  prayer  ; 
Let  us  watch  and  work  and  pray 

For  His  coming  to  prepare  ; 
Let  us  send  the  Gospel  forth 

Till  the  world  His  Name  shall  know 
And  the  Bride  complete  shall  cry, 

"  Come,  Lord  Jesus,  Even  so." 

11  Even  so  ;  "  the  Blessed  Hope 

Lifts  our  souls  to  things  on  high  ; 
Let  our  hearts  be  centred  there, 

Hold  our  treasures  in  the  sky  ; 
Let  us  walk  as  strangers  here 

And  inscribe  on  all  below 
Naught  of  earth  we  call  our  own, 

Christ  is  coming,  "  Even  so." 


THE  LORD'S  COMIXC  89 

IRcafcp. 

"THERE  are  voices  in  the  air,  filling  men 
with  hope  and  fear  ; 
There  are  signals  everywhere  that  the  end 

is  drawing  near, 
There  are  warnings  to  prepare,  for  the  King 
will  soon  be  here  ; 
O  it  must  be  the  Coming  of  the  Lord  ! 

Troublous  times  are  gathering  round,   days 

of  lawlessness  and  crime, 
Might}'  earthquakes  shake  the  ground,  war 

clouds  rise  in  every  clime, 
While  there  comes  a  solemn  sound,  "We  are 

near  the  end  of  time  ; ' ' 
O  it  must  be  the  coming  of  the  Lord  ! 

And  we  see  the  Heavenly  Bride  putting  on 

her  garments  fair, 
He  is  calling  her  aside,   He  is  bidding  her 

prepare, 


90  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

And,  with  garments  white  and  tried,  rise  to 
meet  Him  in  the  air  ; 
0  it  must  be  the  coming  of  the  Lord  ! 

Israel's  sons,  oppressed  so  long,  God  begins 

at  length  to  bring, 
After  centuries  of  wrong,  they  are  gathering 

to  their  King, 
And   their   glad   millennial   song   soon    on 

Zion's  heights  will  ring  ; 
O  it  must  be  the  coming  of  the  Lord  ! 

See  the  Gospel  quickly  fly  over  every  Chris- 
tian land, 

See  the  heavenly  heralds  vie  at  the  Master's 
last  command  ; 

Hark  !    ten   thousand  voices  cry,  Lo  !    the 
hour  is  just  at  hand  ; 
O  it  must  be  the  coming  of  the  Lord  ! 


THE  LORD'S  COMING.  9 1 


IRcll  On. 

FHE  years  are  rolling  swiftly  on, 
The  century  will  soon  be  gone  ; 
Roll  on,  ye  flying  years,  and  bring 
The  coming  of  our  glorious  King. 

The  busy  world  is  rolling  on, 

Proud  Mammon  rules  a  royal  throne 
Presumptious  man  his  God  defies, 

And  builds  his  Babel  to  the  skies. 


The  tides  of  sin  are  rolling  on, 

And  darker  deeds  and  crimes  are  done 
The  purging  fires  must  soon  begin, 

And  judgment  end  the  curse  of  sin. 


92  MILLENNIAL    CHIMES. 

The  cause  of  God  is  rolling  on, 

The  fight  of  faith  will  soon  be  won  ; 

The  Gospel  speeds  to  every  land, 
The  Master's  coming  is  at  hand. 

Roll   on,    ye   wheels   of    time,    roll   on  ! 

And  haste  the  glad  millennial  dawn  ; 
Roll  on,  ye  flying  years,  and  bring 

The  coming  of  our  glorious  King  ! 


THE  LORD'S  COMING.  93 


fIDect  HDe  in  tbe  Hit\ 

\  A/ILL  you  meet  me  in  the  air, 

When  the    Lord  from  heaven   shall 
come? 

Will  you  greet  me  over  there, 

When  the  ransomed  gather  home  ? 


Will  you  meet  me  in  the  air 
When  the  work  of  life  is  done  ? 

Will  you  meet  me  over  there, 
When  the  fight  of  faith  is  won  ? 


Will  you  meet  me  in  the  air 

When  the  reaping  day  shall  come? 

Will  you  greet  me  over  there, 
In  the  joyful  Harvest  Home? 


94  MIIXENNIAI,  CHIMES. 


Will  you  meet  me  in  the  air, 

From  some  distant  heathen  land  ? 

Shall  we  meet  you  over  there 
In  some  Missionary  Band  ? 

Will  you  meet  me  in  the  air 
With  a  robe  of  spotless   white  ? 

Will   you  greet  me  over  there 
With  a  crown  of  glory  bright  ? 

Will  you  meet  me  in  the  air 

With  a  train  of  ransomed  ones  ? 

Will  you  greet  me  over  there 
Brighter  than  ten  thousand  suns  ? 


THE  LORD'S  COMING.  95 


Ibe  is  Coming  for  flDc. 

V\/OULD  you  know  why  I'm  longing  for 
^  *  the  coming  of  the  Lord, 

And  watching  His  glory  to  see  ? 
'Tis  because  H's  my    Bridegroom,  belov'd 
and  adored, 
And  I  know  He  is  coming  for  me. 

Would    you  know  why  He's  robed  in  His 
garments  pure  and  white, 
And  bidden  me  ready  to  be, 
With    the    oil    in    my    vessels,     my  lamps 
trimmed  and  bright  ? 
'Tis  because  He  is  coming  for  me. 

Would  you  know  why  no  longer  I  can  call 
the  world  my  home, 
And  my  heart  from  its  fetters  is  free  ? 


96  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

"Tis   because   I  am  waiting   for  my  Bride- 
groom to  come, 
And  I  know  He  is  coming  for  me. 

Would  you  know  why  I'm  sending  out  the 
tidings  unto  all, 
And  warning  from  judgment  to  flee  ? 
He  has  sent  me  His  guests  to  the  wedding  to 
call, 
For  He's  coming,  and  coming  for  me. 


poe/r\8  of  Srauel. 


Mipe  m\>  (tears. 

4  4  \l/ON'T  you  wipe  my  tears  ?  M   said  a 
dying  child, 
As  she  lay  on  her  bed  of  pain, 
For   the  scalding   tears   o'er   her   bleeding 
face 
Ran  down  like  the  drops  of  rain. 

She  had  always  known  wThat  it  was  to  weep, 
Since  her  childhood's  earliest  years, 

Till   her   lips   had    got  used    to   the  pitiful 
prayer, 
"Won't  you  wipe  my  scalding  tears?  " 

"Won't    you   wipe  my   tears?"    was    her 
constant  cry, 
As  they  poured  o'er  her  blistered  face, 

99 


IOO  MIIXENNIAI,   CHIMES. 

And  the  more  she  struggled  to  keep  them 
back, 
The  more  they  would  flow  apace. 
And  her  little  life  was  a  living  death, 
With  its  weight  of  griefs  and  fears, 
Till  it  breathed  itself  out  with   the  pitiful 
cry, 
('  Won't  you  wipe,  won't   you   wipe   my 
tears?" 


si  Won't  you  wipe  my  tears  ?  "  'tis  the  bitter 
cry, 

That  is  echoing  o'er  and  o'er, 
From  the  sin  and  shame  of  our  city  slums, 

And  every  heathen  shore. 
Shall  it  call  in  vain  to  our  selfish  hearts, 

Shall  we  shut  our  careless  ears, 
To  the  pitiful  wail  of  a  sorrowing  world, 

As  it  cries,    ' '  Won't  you  wipe  my  tears? ' ' 


MISSIONS  AND  TRAVEL.  IOI 

There  is  only  One  who  can  wipe  the  tears, 

Only  One  who  can  help  and  save; 
Shall  we  dare  to  hoard  up  the  bread  of  life, 

While  they  sink  to  a  hopeless  grave? 
Let  us  haste  to  give  them  the  blessed  hope 

That  has  healed  our  griefs  and  fears, 
Till  this  sorrowing  world  shall  be  brought 
to  Him 

Who  has  wiped  away  our  tears. 


102  MII.LKNNIAL    CHIMES. 


Cbrist  is  Conqueror,  tmllelujah! 

SUGGESTED  BY  A  MOTTO  IN  DR.  STEVENSON'S 
OFFICE,  C.  I.  M.,  SHANGHAI. 

\  A/E  are  soldiers  of  the  Heavenly  Legion, 
We  are  marching  through  a  hostile 
region, 
All  the  hosts  of  hell  our  way  withstanding, 
Christ    Himself  His   mighty    host   com- 
manding, 
Hear  your  Captain's  glorious  watchword  to 
you, 
Christ   is  Conqueror,   Conqueror,    Halle- 
lujah! 

Hostile  legions  throng  the  Heavenly  places, 
Fear   them    not,   but   set   like   flint   your 
faces; 
All  the  hosts  of  hell  need  not  alarm  you, 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAVEL.  IO3 

All  their  fiery  darts  can  never  harm  you, 
Only  hear  your  Captain  calling  to  you, 
Christ    is   Conqueror,    Conqueror,    Halle- 
lujah! 

Trust  not  in  the  arm  of  flesh,  'twill  fail  you, 

God's  own  armor  only  will  avail  you, 
He  who  from  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
Leads  you  forth  to  triumph  just  as  glori- 
ous. 
Hear  Him,  Heavenly  soldier,  calling  to  you, 
Christ   is   Conqueror,    Conqueror,    Halle- 
lujah ! 

Forward,  soldiers  of  the   Heavenly  Legion, 

Win  for  Jesus  every  hostile  region, 
Stay  not  till  the  banner  of  Salvation 

Floats  in  triumph  over  every  nation. 
And  o'er  all   the  world  victorious  through 
you, 
Christ   is   Conqueror,    Conqueror,   Halle- 
lujah! 


io4  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 


Ibelp  HlOllQ. 


T, 


^HERE  is  something  all  can  do, 

Though  you '  re  neither  wise  nor  strong ; 
You  can  be  a  helper  true, 
You  can  stand  when  friends  are  few  ; 
Some  lone  heart  has  need  of  you, 

You  can  help  along. 

Few  are  called  to  bear  command 

In  the  busy,  battling  throng, 
But,  amid  some  little  band, 
By  your  leader  you  can  stand, 
Heart  to  heart,  and  hand  to  hand, 

You  can  help  along. 

There  are  streams  that  reach  the  sea, 

Mighty  rivers,  swift  and  strong  ; 
There  are  some  that  seem  to  be 


MISSIONS   AND   TRAVEL.  105 

Feeders  only,  flowing  free, 
Simply  used,  like  you  and  me, 
Just  to  help  along. 

You  can  help  by  holy  prayer, 

Helpful  love  and  joyful  song  ; 
O  !  the  burdens  you  may  bear  ; 
O  !  the  sorrows  you  may  share  ! 
O  !  the  crowns  you  yet  may  wear, 

If  you  help  along. 


io6  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES 


H 


pass  1lt  ©ru 

AVE  you  found  some  precious  treasure? 
Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on  ; 
Have  you  found  some  holy  pleasure  ? 

Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on  ; 
God  Himself  is  always  giving, 
L,oving  is  the  truest  living, 
Letting  go  is  twice  possessing, 
Would  you  double  every  blessing  ? 

Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on. 
Have  you  found  the  branch  of  healing  ? 

Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on  ; 
Have  you  felt  the  Spirit's  sealing? 

Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on  ; 
'Twas  for  this  His  mercy  found  you  ; 
Hearts  are  hungry  all  around  you  ; 
Others'  sorrows  need  redressing, 
Do  not  longer  hoard  your  blessing, 
Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on. 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAYKI..  IO7 

Is  your  heart  to  something  clinging  ? 

Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on, 
And  to  Jesus  gladly  bringing, 

Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on  ; 
He  who  saves  his  life  shall  lose  it  ; 
Would  you  gain  the  world  ?  refuse  it ; 
Would  you  keep  your  joy  forever  ? 
Know  a  love  that  naught  can  sever  ? 

Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on. 

Pass  it  on  to  every  nation, 

Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on  ; 
Give  the  world  this  great  salvation, 

Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on  ; 
Myriads  still  in  sin  are  lying, 
Every  breath  a  soul  is  dying  ; 
Tell  the  world  salvation's  story, 
Haste  to  bring  the  coming  glory, 

Pass  it  on,  pass  it  on. 


I08  MILLENNIA  I,  CHIMES. 


H  Cr^  1Fs  Ever  SounMno* 

A     CRY  is  ever  sounding 
'**     Upon  my  burdened  ear, 
A   cry    of  pain   and   anguish 

A  cry  of  woe  and  fear. 
It  is  the  voice  of  myriads 

Who  grope  in  heathen  night, 
It  is  the  call  of  Jesus, 

To  rise  and  send  them  light. 

With  every  pulse's  beating, 

Another  soul  is  gone 
With  all  its  guilt  and  sorrow, 

To  stand  before  the  Throne 
And  learn,  with  awful  wonder, 

The  story  of  that  grace 
Which  God  to  us  entrusted, 

For  all  our  fallen  race. 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAVEL  IO9 

Oh  !  how  the  Master's  bosom 

Must  swell  with  love  and  pain, 
As  evermore  they  meet  Him, 

That  sad  and  ceaseless  train  ! 
And  if  He  holds  us  guilty 

For  all  our  brothers'  blood, 
What  answer  can  we  offer 

Before  the  Throne  of  God  ? 

Oh  !  patient  Lord  and  Master  ! 

Forgive  Thy  children's  crime  ; 
Help  us  to  send  Thy  Gospel 

To  every  race  and  clime  ; 
To  trust  Thy  love  and  power. 

Thy  promised  presence  claim, 
Xor  rest  till  every  creature 

Has  heard  Messiah's  name. 


110  MIIXKNNIAI.   CHIMBS. 


£b£  Brother's  Bloofc, 

\17HERE    is    thy    brother?      Hear     the 
*  *  solemn  question  ; 

The  Lord  is  asking  it  of  me  and  thee  ; 
Where  is  thy  brother?     Hark  !     His  blood 
is  crying, 
Is  crying  from  a  lost  eternity. 

Where   is   thy   brother  ?     He  who  walked 
beside  thee, 
What  hast  thou  done  to  lead  him  to  thy 
God? 
Why  hast  thou  never  warned  him,  sought 
him,  saved  him  ? 
And    God   will    hold    thee    guilty   of  his 
blood. 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAVEL.  Ill 

Where    is    thy  brother?     Out    in     heathen 
darkness, 
Where  myriads  die  in  helpless  guilt   and 
gloom  ; 
What  wilt  thou   answer    when  these  mur- 
dered millions 
Shall  charge  the   Church  of  Jesus  with 
their  doom  ? 
He  gave  the  Gospel  to  thee  for  thy  brother, 
And  bade  thee  tell  it  out   in   every  land  ; 
How  couldst  thou  rob  thy  brother  of  salva- 
tion ? 
His  blood  will  God  require  at  thy  hand. 

What  right  have  we  to  hoard  this  precious 
treasure, 
And  leave   a    thousand    million    souls   to 
die? 
What   shalt    thou    answer,    brother,    when 
against  thee 
The  blood  of  murdered  souls   to  Heaven 
shall  cry  ? 


112  MILLENNIA!,   CHIMES. 


(Simeon's  Banfc, 

VK7HEN  of  old,  at  Gideon's  summons, 

Israel's  thirty  thousand  came, 
God  refused  that  mighty  army, 

Lest  the  glory  man  might  claim. 
And  the  myriad  hosts  of  Midian 

Back  were  driven  from  the  land, 
Not  by  Israel's  thirty  thousand, 

But  by  Gideon's  little  band. 

Once  again,  the  hosts  of  Jesus 

Gather  'round  His  standard  true  ; 
Once  again,  the  Lord  is  choosing 

Not  the  many,  but  the  few. 
And  the  Gospel  of  the  Kingdom 

Shall  be  preached  in  every  land, 
Not  by  all  the  church's  millions, 

But  by  Gideon's  little  band. 


MISSIONS    AND   TRAVEL  113 

Who  are  they,  the  brave  and  valiant, 

Knowing  neither  doubt  nor  fear  ? 
Who  are  they  ?  the  wise  and  wary, 

Watching  when  the  foe  is  near  ? 
God  is  calling  out  His  tried  ones, 

In  the  testing  day  to  stand  ; 
Who  will  join  the  glorious  legion  ? 

Who'll  belong  to  Gideon's  band? 

Lo  !  the  weapons  of  our  warfare]! 

Torches  fired  with  holy  flame  ; 
Trumpets  telling  of  salvation 

Through  the  Saviour's  glorious  name'; 
Broken  pitchers,  hearts  surrendered, 

Ranks  united,  hand  in  hand. 
These  shall  win  the  world  for  Jesus 

Through  the  might  of  Gideon's  band. 

God  is  calling  for  our  weakness, 
He  will  g:ive  the  strength  divine"; 


114  MILLENNIAL    CHIMES. 

Jesus  !  take  my  broken  pitcher, 

Let  my  torch  more  brightly  shine  ; 

Help  me  sound  the  Gospel  trumpet 
Till  it  rings  through  every  land  ; 

Help  me  win  the  world  for  Jesus  ; 
Make  me  one  of  Gideon's  band. 

Iboto  tbc  IRopes, 

P\0\VN  amid  the  depths  of  heathen  dark- 
*-^         ness 

There  are  heroes  true  and  brave, 
Shrinking  not  from  pain,  and  toil  and  dan- 
ger, 

They  have  gone  to  help  and  save. 
But  we  hear  them  calling,  "  Do  not  leave  us 

'Mid  these  dreadful  depths  to  drown  ; 
Let  us  ever  feel  3  our  arms  beneath  us, 

Hold  the  ropes,  as  we  go  down." 


MISSIONS    AND   TRAVEL.  1 15 

So  beneath  the  billows  of  the  ocean 

Divers  plunge  for  treasures  rare, 
But  through  human  hands   and  help  above 
them , 

Still  they  breathe  the  upper  air. 
Seeking  precious  pearls  of  richer  value, 

Braver  hearts  have  dared  to  go  ; 
But  our  faithful  hands  must  every  moment 

Hold  the  ropes  that  reach  below. 

Who  can  understand  the  awful  darkness 

Of  these  realms  of  Sin  and  Death  ? 
Fveii  the  very  air  is  scorched  and  poisoned 

With  the  Dragon's  fetid  breath 
But  across  the  wildest  ocean  billows 

Love  can  reach  to  heathen  lands  ; 
And  beneath  the  deepest,  darkest  surges 

Prayer  can  hold  a  brother's  hands. 

Let  us  hold  the  ropes  with  hands  more  loyal, 
Let  us  pray  with  faith  more  strong  ; 


Il6  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

Let  the  love  that  never  fails  or  falters 
Faint  not,  though  the  strife  be  long. 

Let  us  lay  our  treasures  on  the  altar, 
Let  us  give  our  children,  too  ; 

There's  a  part  for  each  in  this  great  battle, 
And  the  Lord  hath  need  of  you. 

Think   you,    was   it    only   for  our  brothers 

Jesus  spake  His  last  commands  ? 
Is  there  nothing  left  for  you  to  suffer 

In  these  dark  and  heathen  lands? 
If  you  cannot  go  yourself  to  save  them, 

There  are  those  that  you  can  send  ; 
And  with  loving  arms  stretched  out  to  help 
tnem, 

Hold  the  ropes,  as  they  descend. 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAVEL.  I  17 


Hnvnvbcrc  witb  3csus. 

A  NYWHERE  my  Master  needs  me, 
**     Let  me  never  answer  no  ; 
Everywhere  my  Saviour  leads  me, 
Let  me  ever  gladly  go. 

If  He  needs  me  in  the  kitchen, 

Let  me  never  answer  no  ; 
If  He  bids  me  toil  and  suffer, 

Let  me  always  gladly  go. 


If  He  needs  me  in  the  furnace, 

Let  me  never  answer  no  ; 
With   Him    to  the   Cross,  the  Garden, 

Let  me  also  gladly  go. 

If  He  calls  to  hardest  service, 
Let  me  never  answer  no  ; 


Il8  MILLENNIAL    CHIMl'.S. 

If  He  needs  me,  if  he  leads  me, 
'Tis  enough,  I'll  gladly  go. 

If  to  heathen  lands  he  calls  me, 
Let  me  never  anwser  no  ; 

Telling  out  the  great  salvation, 
In  His  name  I'll  gladly  go. 


If  He  needs  my  gold  and  silver, 
Let  me  never  answer  no. 

All  I  am  and  have,  I  offer, 
Gladly  helping  others  go. 


If  He  needs  my  fondest  treasure, 
Let  me  never  answer  no  ; 

Even  to  Moriah's  altar 

With  my  Saviour  I  would  go. 


MISSIONS    AND   TRAVEL.  1 19 

If  He  only  needs  my  silence, 

Let  me  never  answer  no  ; 
I  am  waiting  for  His  orders, 

Pleased  alike  to  stay  or  go. 

THE    MISSIONARY'S    FAREWELL. 

A  WAY  across  the  ocean, 
^*     Away  beyond  the  sea, 
The  cry  of  dying  millions 

Is  calling  still  to  me. 
It  rings  through  all  rny  being, 

I  can  no  longer  stay  ; 
It  is  the  voice  of  Jesus, 

And  I  must  haste  away. 

Away  where  China's  millions 

In  depths  of  darkness  lie, 
Away  where  India's  myriads 

In  Christless  anguish  die. 


MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

Away  where  Congo's  waters 
'Mid  heathen  nations  roll, 

The  cry  of  dying  millions 
Is  piercing  all  my  soul. 

In  vain  the  world  would  tempt  me 

To  seek  my  fortune  here  ; 
In  vain  my  heart  would  hold  me 

By  ties  more  fond  and  dear  ; 
My  Master  calls  me  onward, 

My  heart  is  all  aglow  ; 
My  home  is  with  the  heathen, 

And  oh  !  I  long  to  go. 

I  do  not  want  your  pity, 

I  only  feel  for  you  ; 
For  angels  well  might  envy 

The  work  that  I  may  do. 
Farewell  !   my  friends,  my  kindred, 

Think  of  me  when  you  pray  ; 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAYKI..  121 

I  hear  my  Master  calling, 

And  I  must  haste  away. 
Some  day  across  the  ocean, 

Some  day  beyond  the  skies, 
There'll  be  no  farewell  meetings, 

There'll  be  no  broken  ties  ; 

0  !  shall  your  crown  be  studded 
With  ransomed  souls  that  day  ? 

1  go  to  win  my  jewels, 

Farewell  !  I  haste  away. 

3apan  for  3esus. 

JAPAN,  Japan  for  Jesus  ! 
^      It  is  the  Master's  call. 
Let  us  repeat  the  battle  cry 
Till  all  her  idols  fall. 

Japan,  Japan  for  Jesus  ! 

Be  this  our  watchword  bold, 


122  MILLENNIAL    CHIMES. 

Till   over  all  her  bills  and  plains 
The  Gospel  shall  been  told. 

Japan,  Japan  for  Jesus  ! 

Repeat  it  o'er  and  o'er, 
Till  it  shall  echo  back  to  heaven 

From  every  island  shore. 

Japan,  Japan  for  Jesus  ! 

Resound  it  loud  and  long, 
Till   heaven     and    earth   their  voices    join 

In  one  Millennial  song. 


Beautiful  Japan, 

/^vFF  the  coast  of  Asia,  'mid  the  mighty 
^-^  ocean, 

Lies  an  island  empire,  strangely  fair  and 
bright  ; 


TRAVEL 

Ere  the  morning  sunbeams  touch  the  Asian 
headlands 
All  her  isles  are  glowing  in  the  dawning 
light. 
Kingdom   of  the  Sunrise,  well  her  children 
call  her, 
For  'mid  Asian  nations  she  is  in  the  van, 
First  to  catch  the  radiance  of  a  brighter  sun- 
rise, 
Islands  of  the  Morning,  beautiful  Japan. 

Like  a  youthful   giant,    she  is  leaping  on- 
ward, 
Gathering  up  the  spoils  of  every  age  and 
clime, 

She   has   caught   the    vision    of   a  grander 
future. 
She  would  fain  outspeed  the  very  march  of 
time  ; 

But  her  boasted  progress  and  her  brightest 
culture 


124  MIIXENNIAI,   CHIMES. 

Only    can    exalt  the  pride  and  power  of 
man, 
What  she  needs  is  Jesus  and   His  glorious 
Gospel  ; 
Only  Christ  can  save  thee,  beautiful  Japan. 

At  the  gates  of  Asia,   foremost  of  her  na- 
tions, 
God  has  set  this  people,  in  His  wondrous 
plan. 
China's  teeming  myriads  and  Corea's  mil- 
lions 
Wait  for  her  to  lead  them  to  the  Son  of 
Man. 
Rise  to  meet   thy    mission,   haste  to  claim 
thy  calling 
'Mid  Millennial  nations,  leading  on  the 
van, 
First   to   catch   the   sunrise  of  the  Coming 
Kingdom, 
Islands  of  the  Morning,  beautiful  Japan. 


MISSIONS    AND   TRAVEL.  1 25 

Land  of  wondrous    beauty,   what  a  charm 
there  lingers 
Over  every   landscape,    every   flower  and 
tree  ; 
But  a  brighter  glory  waits  to  burst  upon  thee 
Than  thy  cloud-capped  mountains  or  thy 
inland  sea. 

'Tis  the  Father's  glory  in  the  face  of  Jesus, 
'Tis  the  blessed  Gospel  of  redeeming  love. 

Wake  to  meet  the  dawning  of  the  heavenly 
sunrise, 
Rise  to  hail  the  glory  shining  from  above. 

Wave  tbe  (Sospel  Banner. 

SUNG  AT  THE  FAREWELL    MEETING   OF   THE 

INDIA  PARTY,  JULY    25TH,    1 892, 

ASBURY    PARK,    N.    J. 

\1/AVE  the   Gospel  banner  over  India's 
plains, 


126  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

Thrice    a  hundred    millions   lie   in   captive 

chains  ; 
Thrice  ten  thousand  daily  die  in  Christless 

woe  ; 
Is  there  none  to  pity,  is  there  none  to  go  ? 

Land   of  wondrous   glory,    land   of  wealth 

untold, 
Land  of  mighty  races,  land  of  story  old, 
Glorious  Lord   and   Master,    on   Thy  brow 

Divine, 
Brightest    of   Thy   jewels    India    yet    shall 

shine. 

Who  can  tell   thy  sorrow,   who  can  paint 

thy  shame  ? 
Rites  of  nameless  horror  in  religion's  name  ; 
Woman's  deep  dishonor,  childhood's  awful 

blight, 
Souls  immortal  sinking  into  endless  night. 


MISSIONS    AND   TRAVKL.  127 

Land  of  many  a  martyr,  many  a  holy  grave, 
Let  the  blood-stained  banner  wide  o'er  India 

wave  ; 
What  if  it  be  crimsoned  by  the  heart's  rich 

blood  ? 
Is  thy  life  too  precious  for  the  Son  of  God  ? 

Weak  are  all  our  efforts,  vain  our  tears  and 

blood, 
India,  naught  can   save  thee,   nothing  less 

than  God. 
O,    Thou  great  Jehovah,    speak    the  word 

divine, 
Then,  with  all  her  myriads,   India  shall  be 

Thine. 

Ihifcia  for  3esu6, 

TXDIA  for  Jesus  and  Jesus  for  India, 
This  is  the  message  we  bear  ; 


I2$  MILLENNIAL   CHIMKS. 

India  for  Jesus  and  Jesus  for  India, 
This  is  our  watchword  and  prayer. 

Over  the  Ghauts  and  the  hills  of  Sappura, 
Over  the  plains  of  Berar, 

Over  the  beautiful  valley  of  Krishna, 
Echo  the  chorus  afar. 

Over  Madras  and  the  Nizam's  dominions, 

Over  the  groves  of  Ceylon, 
Over   the    Deacon,    the  Punjaub  and  Bur- 
mah, 

Echo  it  on  and  still  on. 
On  till  the  murmuring  Ganges  shall  bear  it 

Down  to  the  Bay  of  Bengal  ; 
On  till  the  heights  of  Himallya  repeat  it 

Over  the  hills  of  Nepaul. 

Sing  till  the  voices  of  Hindu  and  Moslem 

Blend  in  the  glorious  strain  ; 
Sing    till   the    notes  of  the    Brahmin  and 
Sweeper 


MISSIONS    AND   TRAVEL.  1 29 

Join  in  the  mighty  refrain. 
Sing  it  in  English,  Marathi  and  Hindi, 

Over  the  land  let  it  ring  ; 
Teach  them  in  Telugo,  Tamil  and  Urdu 

India  for  Jesus  to  sing. 

India  tor  Jesus  and  Jesus  for  India  ; 

Over  our  land  let  it  ring, 
Calling  the  Church  to  her  glorious  mission, 

India  to  Jesus  to  bring  ; 
Bidding  the  lingering  heralds  of  mercy 

Fly  with  the  Gospel  abroad, 
Till  from  her  hilltops  the  watchmen  shall 
answer, 

1  '  India  has  turned  unto  God. ' ' 

India  for  Jesus  and  Jesus  for  India  ; 

Master,  the  work  must  be  Thine  ; 
Thine  is  the   Power,  and  thine  is  the  Prom- 
ise ; 

Send  us  the  Baptism  divine. 


J3°  MIU,ENNIAI,  CHIMES 

And,  as  the  Monsoons  that  sweep  o'er  the 
mountains, 

Watering  each  valley  and  plain, 
So  may  the  Spirit,  in  showers  of  blessing, 

Come  wTith  abundance  of  rain. 

£be  Southern  Croes, 

CTARS  of  the  southern  heavens, 
^     I  greet  you  in  His  name, 

Who  hung  your  torches  yonder, 
And  lit  their  glowing  flame. 

Oft  in  the  northern  midnight 

I've  seen  Orion  shine, 
The  brightest  constellation 

Of  yonder  arch  divine. 

The  silver  light  of  Sirius, 
The  wondrous  Pleiades, 


MISSIONS   AND   TRAVEL.  131 

The  never-changing  Pole  Star, 
Oft  have  I  gazed  on  these. 

But  I  have  longed  to  see  thee, 
Fair  Southern  Cross,  arise, 

The  mystic  sign  of  Jesus 
Engraven  on  the  skies. 

Shine  on,  thou  wondrous  signal, 
Bright  lamp  from  heaven  above  ; 

Tell  out  o'er  earth  and  ocean 
The  mystery  of  His  love. 

O'er  Australasian  Islands, 
And  Afric's  burning  sands, 

And  India's  teeming  millions, 
And  all  the  Christless  lands. 

Tell  how  the  Lord  of  Heaven 
Gave  up  His  Son  to  die, 


I32  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

Till  men  shall  catch  the  meaning 
Of  Christ  and  Calvary. 

His  Church  has  long  neglected 
To  make  the  message  known, 

But  God  has  hung  the  signal, 
To  flash  it  from  the  throne. 

They  say  its  stars  are  tinted, 
L,ike  Calvary's  erimsoj  hue  ; 

The  very  heavens  confess  Him 
Who  died  for  me  and  you. 

The  Southern  Cross  is  hanging 
Low  in  the  eastern  sky  ; 

I  almost  long  to  grasp  it, 
And  lift  it  up  on  high. 

The  glorious  constellation 
Is  slowly  travelling  on  ; 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAVEL-  I3?> 

And  lo  !  erect  it  standeth, 
Long  ere  the  night  is  gone. 

Yes,  and  Thy  cross,  O,  Jesus, 

Is  rising  evermore  ; 
And  soon  its  light  and  glory 
Shall  shine  from  shore  to  shore. 

Amid  yon  starry  cluster 

Two  crosses  I  can  see  ; 
One  is  the  cross  of  Jesus, 

And  one  is  left  for  me. 

One  stands  erect  to  heaven  ; 

'Tis  His  who  suffered  there  ; 
And  one  is  prostrate  lying, 

For  us  to  take  and  bear. 

I  lift  Thy  cross,  O  Jesus, 

O'er  every  heathen  land  ; 
And  mine  I  take  and  carry 

At  Thy  divine  command. 


134  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

Zbe  Xanb  of  Sinim. 

'"THERE'S    a    promise   for   the   land     of 
Sinim , 

It  was  spoken  long  ago, 
And  it  tells  us  that  the  sons  of  China 

Unto  Jesus  yet  shall  flow. 
They  shall  gather  from  the    far-off  regions, 

From  the  north  and  from  the  west, 
They  shall  gather  from  the   Land  of  Sinim 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest. 

There  is  darkness  in  the  Land  of  Sinim, 

For  the  Dragon's  power  is  strong, 
And  the  fetters  of  his  cruel  bondage 

Have  been  forged  for  ages  long. 
But  the  Lion  of  the  tribe  of  Judah 

Has  begun  to  break  his  chain, 
And  the  captives  from  the   Land  of  Sinim, 

Are  returning  in  His  train. 


MISSIONS   AND    TRAVEL.  135 

There  is'sorrow  in  the  Land  of  Sinim, 

And  there  comes  a  ceaseless  cry 
From    the   little    ones  that  faint  and  perish 

And  the  prisoners  doomed  to  die. 
But  they're  coming  from  the  Land  of  Sinim 

With  the  happy,  ransomed  throng, 
And  the  notes  of  China's  so^s  shall  mingle 

In  the  everlasting  song. 

They  are  dying  in  the  Land  of  Sinim, 

Tens  of  thousands  every  da  v. 
Ever)'  century  a  thousand  millions 

Pass  in  Christless  gloom  away. 
Oh,  the  graves  that  cover  every  hillside. ! 

Oh,  the  cry  that  ever  more 
Seems  to  haunt  us  from  the  tombs  of  China — 

k'  Could   you  not  have  come  before  ?M 

I  am  going  to  the  Land  o(  Sinim, 
I  have  heard  the  Master's  call, 


136  MIUBXMAI,  CHIMES. 

I  have  given  up  my  life  for  China, 
I  have  givtrii  Christ  my  all. 

I  am  going  with  the  glonuus  message 
At  the  Master's  last  command. 

I  am  going  to  receive  my  treasures 
When  thev  come  for  Sinim's  land. 


©nty  a  Xittle  3Sab\>  <5irL 

/^vXLY  a  little  baby  girl 
^-^     Dead  by  the  river  side  ; 
Only  a  little  Chinese  child 
Drowned  in  the  floating  tide. 

Over  the  boat  too  far  she  leaned, 
Watching  the  dancing  wave, 

Over  the  brink  she  fell — she  sank, 
But  there  was  none  to  save. 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAVKI,  137 

If  she  had  only  been  a  boy, 

They  would  have  heard  her  cry  ; 

But  she  was  only  a  baby  girl, 
And  she  was  left  to  die. 

It  was  her  fate,  perhaps,  they  said; 

Why  should  they  interfere  ? 
Had  she  not  always  been  a  curse  ? 

Why  should  they  keep  her  here  ? 

So  they  have  left  her  little  form 

Floating  upon  the  wave  ; 
She  was  too  young  to  have  a  soul, 

Why  should  she  have  a  grave  ? 

Yes,  and  there's  many  another  lamb 

Perishing  every  day, 
Thrown  by  the  road  or  river  side, 

Flung  to  the  beasts  of  prey. 


l33  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

Is  there  a  mother's  heart  to-night, 
Clasping  her  darling  child, 

Willing  to  leave  these  fainting  lambs 
Out  on  the  desert  wild  ? 

Is  there  a  little  Christian  girl 
Happy  in  love  and  home, 

Living  in  selfish  ease,  while  they 
Out  on  the  mountains  roam  ? 

Think,  as  you  lie  on  your  little  cot, 
Smoothed  by  a  mother's  hand, 

Think  of  the  little  baby  girls 
Over  in  China's  land. 

Think  if  there  is  not  something  more 

Even  a  child  can  do  ; 
And  if  perhaps  in  China's  land 

Jesus  has  need  of  you . 


MISSIONS   AND   TRAVEL.  139 

Only  a  little  baby  girl 

Dead  by  the  river  side  ; 
Only  a  little  Chinese  child 

Drowned  in  the  floating  tide. 

But  it  has  brought  a  vision  vast, 

Dark  as  a  nation's  woe  ; 
O  !  has  it  left  one  willing  heart 

Answering,  M  I  will  go  !  " 

Cell  tbe  Polynesian. 

F^OWX  where  the  balmy  Southern  Ocean 
*^  Flows  amid  the  fair  Malaysian  Isles, 
Where,  over  scenes  of  wondrous  beauty, 

One  eternal  summer  ever  smiles, 
Know  ye  that  sunk  in  heathen  darkness 

Teeming  tribes  and  many  nations    dwell? 
Know  ye  that  Christ  is  loudly  calling, 

Who  will  go,  a  Saviour's  love  to  tell  ? 


140  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES 

All  else  is  fair  in  these  bright  regions, 

God  has  stamped  His   glory  everywhere  ; 
Bathed  in  the  light  of  Orient  sunshine 

Isle  and  ocean  shine  like  jewels  rare. 
Oh,  what  a  diadem  of  glory 

These  would  be  upon  Immanuers  brow  ! 
'Twas  for  His  glory  they  were  fashioned, 

And  to  Him  their  millions  yet  shall  bow. 

Oft  have  the  feet  of  faithful  toilers 

O'er  these  scenes  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod  ; 
Oft  has  the  blood  of  holy  martyrs 

Stained    these   sands   and    claimed   these 
Isles  for  God. 
But  there  is  many  a  shore  and  island 

Still  enrapt  in  hopeless  heathen  night. 
Oh,  let  us  hear  their  voices  calling, 

Who  will  come  and  tell  us  of  the  light  ? 

Christ  cannot  come  till  all  these  regions 
Have  been  told  the  message  of  His  grace  ; 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAY  HI..  141 

And  we  are  gathering  out  His  jewels 
From  the  men  of  every  human  race. 

Oh,  what  a  glory  then  shall  cover 

These  fair  scenes    which    Satan    now   de- 
files ! 

Say,  will   you  have  some  precious  jewels 
From  the  beauteous  Polynesian  Isles  ? 


Cfoc  H>arfe  Soittan. 


1 


AM  going  to  that  dark,  dark  land 
That  lies  by  the  Niger's  shore  ; 
I  am  going  at  the  Lord's  command, 

And  I  fear  not,  as  He  goes  before. 
I  am  going  to  the  dark  Soudan, 
I  am  going  to  the  poor  black  man, 
Christ  is  leading  in  the  glorious  ^an, 

And  I  follow  as  He  goes  before. 

They  are  dying  in  the  dark  Soudan, 
That  lies  by  the  Niger's  shore  ; 


I42  MIXI.ENNIAI,  CHIMES 

Let  us  save  them  while  alone  we  can, 

Ere  for  them  the  harvest-time  is  o'er. 
Every  da}'  a  thousand  lost  ones  die, 
Ninety  millions  still  in  darkness  lie, 
Let  us  listen  to  their  pleading  cry, 
As  it  echoes  from  that  heathen  shore. 

Christ  has  loved  ones  in  the  dark  Soudan, 

That  lies  by  the  Niger's  shore  ; 
He  has  suffered  for  the  poor  black  man, 
And  for  him  the  cruel  cross  He  bore. 
With  a  love  that  danger  never  shuns 
Let  us  go  to  find  the  wandering  ones, 
Let  us  go  to  bring  His  dark-browed  sons 
To  the  Father's  wide-open  door. 

Christ  is  coming  to  the  dark  Soudan, 
That  lies  by  the  Niger's  shore  ; 

And  the  glory  of  the  Son  of  Man 

O'er  its  valleys  and  its  plains  shall  pour. 


MISSIONS   AND   TRAVEL.  143 


Land  of  deepest,  darkest  heathen  night, 
Thou  shalt  yet  be  called  into  the  light, 
And  in  that  Millennial  morn  so  bright 
Afric's  sons  at  last  shall  weep  no  more. 


j 


Jerusalem, 

ERUSALEM  !  Jerusalem  ! 


To  me  forever  dear  ; 
My  very  heart  doth  beat  with  love 
When  thy  sweet  name  I  hear. 

I  love  thy  glorious  walls  and  towers 
That  many  a  tale  could  tell ; 

I  love  thy  valleys  and  thy  hills, 
I  love,  I  love  thee  well. 

But  most  of  all  I  love  thee  well 

Because  the  Son  of  God 
So  oft  o'er  all  these  sacred  scenes 

With  holy  footsteps  trod. 


T44  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

The  halo  of  His  presence  still 
Seems  lingering  all  around, 

And  every  spot   your  footsteps  tread 
You  feel  is  holy  ground. 

But  one  sweet  spot  is  dearer  far 

Than  all  the  rest  to  me, 
A  low  green  hill  hard  by  thy  walls, 

The  hill  called  Calvary. 

Nay,  there's  another  spot  I  hold 

With  even  fonder  love, 
The  slope  of  Olivet  where  Christ 

Arose  to  Heaven  above. 

Methinks  the  very  smile  of  God 

Is  always  lingering  here  ; 
Methinks  the  very  angel  hosts 

Are  ever  hovering  near. 

I  sat  upon  that  mountain  side 
O'erlooking  Bethany, 


MISSIONS   AND  TRAVEL.  145 

And  never  shall  my  heart  forget 
What  Jesus  said  to  me  ? 

It  was  not  words,  it  was  not  thoughts, 

'Twas  just  a  breath  of  love, 
But  something  for  my  heart  it  meant 

All  thoughts  and  words  aove, 

And  this  I  know  that  message  meant 

That  soon  again  He'll  come, 
And  we  shall  meet  on  Olivet, 

Our  everlasting  Home. 

A  short  farewell  !  thy  glorious  King 

Will  soon  begin  His  reign, 
And  then  with  Him  some  glorious  day 

I'm  going  back  again. 

Jerusalem  !  Jerusalem  ! 

Forever  dear  to  me, 
While  life  and  love  and  God  shall  live, 

I  will  remember  thee. 


I46  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

Zion's  HwafeinQ. 

A  WAKE,   awake,  O  Zion  ; 
^*     Arise,  Jerusalem  ; 
Shake  off  thy  chains  and  sackcloth, 

Put  on  thy  diadem. 
Thy  night  is  almost  over, 

Thy  dawning  draweth  near, 
Thy  day  of  promise  hasteth, 

Thy  King  will  soon  appear. 

Long  hath  thy  midnight  lasted, 

Hard  hath  thy  bondage  been  ; 
Cruel  the  shame  and  anguish 

Thy  weeping  eyes  have  seen. 
But  lift  thine  eyes,  O  Zion, 

Forget  thy  Wailing  Place  ; 
Once  more  thy  King  is  coming 

In  glory  and  in  grace. 


MISSIONS  AND  TRAVEL.  1^7 

Thy  sons  are  crowding  to  thee, 

Thy  wastes  are  tilled  once  more  ; 
Thy  latter  rains  returning, 

As  in  the  days  of  yore. 
The  vineyards  and  the  olives 

Once  more  thy  mountains  crown, 
And  'neath  the  vine  and  fig  tree 

Once  more  thy  sons  sit  down. 

Once  more  the  grapes  of  Eschol 

In  Hebron's  vale  are  seen  ; 
Once  more  the  plain  of  Sharon 

Is  clothed  in  richest  green. 
The  orange  groves  of  Jaffa 

Hang  rich  with  harvests  rare, 
And  hill  and  valley  blossom 

With  flowers  sweet  and  fair. 

Thy  streets  and  walls  are  spreading 
With  many  a  structure  fair, 

Thy  thoroughfares  are  crowded 
With  traffic  everywhere  ; 


14$  MILLENNIAL  CHIMES. 

Thy  limits,  stretching  northward, 
Fulfill  the  promised  sign, 

And  soon  thy  walls  will  cover 
The  Prophet's  measuring  line. 


And  many  a  town  and  hamlet 

Is  growing  o'er  the  land, 
The  harbinger  of  progress, 

And  brighter  days  at  hand. 
And  many  a  little  circle 

Of  Israel's  sons  has  come, 
And  in  thy  ancient  valleys 

Has  found  a  prosperous  home. 


And  now  the  engine's  whistle 
Is  heard  on  Sharon's  plain, 

And  Judah's  mountains  echo 
The  rushing  railway  tiain. 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAVKL.  149 

Yes,  and  o'er  Syrian  railways, 
They  tell  us,  soon  shall  pour 

The  trade  of  western  nations 
To  India's  distant  shore. 


The  messengers  of  Jesus 

Are  gathering  at  thy  gates, 
And  many  a  faithful  watchman 

In  Zion  works  and  waits. 
Once  more  from  Zion's  threshold 

The  stream  begins  to  flow, 
Whose  deeper  floods  of  blessing 

To  all  the  lands  shall  £0. 


From  many  a  cruel  nation 
Thy  suffering  children  flee, 

Not  knowing  God  is  planning 
To  drive  them  home  to  thee. 


I50  Mm,ENXIAI<   CHIMES-. 

Thy  strange,  pathetic  story 
Men  cannot  understand — 

A  land  without  a  people, 
A  race  without  a  land. 


But  Israel  shall  be  gathered 

From  every  race  and  clime, 
On  Zion's  holy  mountain 

In  God's  appointed  time. 
But  first  the  chosen  "  remnant 9l 

Their  Saviour  must  receive, 
The  "first  fruits''   of  the  nation 

The  Gospel  must  believe. 


And  then  from  Gentile  nations 
The  Lord  must  bring  His  own,. 

And  unto  every  creature 

The  witness  be  made  known. 


MISSIONS    AND    TRAVEL  l5l 

Then  He  hath  surely  promised 
The  glorious  end  shall  come, 

The  King  shall  come  to  Zion 
And  Israel  gather  home. 

We'hail  that  glorious  morning, 

All  things  in  earth  and  sky, 
And  even  in  scattered  Israel 

Proclaim  its  advent  night. 
Awake,  awake,  O  Zion, 

Thy  day  begins  to  dawn. 
Lord,  haste  its  glad  appearing, 

Help  us  to  speed  it  on  ! 


152  MILLENNIAL    CHIMES. 


ail  Hvounfc  tbe  Wlorlfc. 

COMPOSED  ON  LEAVING  AMERICA  TO  VISIT 
THE  EAST,  JANUARY,    1893. 

A  LL  around  the  world  I  journey 
**     Over  many  a  land, 
Bearing  forth  the  great  commission 

At  the  Lord's  command. 
Many  a  danger  lies  around  me, 

Many  a  dart  is  hurled, 
But  I  know  His  love  will  guard  me 

All  around  the  world. 

There  are  cables  underlying 

Every  ocean  wide; 
Chords  of  love  and  prayer  are  stronger 

Than  the  Atlantic's  tide. 


MISSIONS   AXD   TRAVEL.  153 

There's  a  ladder  up  to  heaven 

Wheresoe'er  we  roam, 
And  the  gates  of  prayer  can  never 

Find  us  far  from  home. 


Hold  me  closely  every  moment 

In  the  arms  of  prayer  ; 
Let  me  feel  your  very  heart-breath 

With  me  every  where. 
Let  me  know,  as  ever  onward 

I  am  swiftly  whirled, 
Hosts  unseen  are  marching  with  me 

All  around  the  world. 


Brothers,  let  us  stretch  our  heart-strings 

Wide  as  human  woe  ; 
All  around  this  world  of  sorrow 

Let  our  blessing  go. 


154  MILLENNIAL   CHIMES. 

Over  every  land  and  nation 

Be  His  flag  unfurled  ; 
Send  the  Gospel  quickly,  quickly, 
All  around  the  world. 


3ust  IBe^onfc)  tbe  ©Often  (Bate. 

COMPOSED  ON  RETURNING  TO   AMERICA  OFF 
GOLDEN  GATE,  JULY,   1 893. 

AS  I  sailed  across  the  ocean, 
**     Far  beyond  the  Golden  Gate, 
All  around  was  wild  commotion, 

And  the  night  was  dark  and  late. 
But  I,  thought,  beyond  this  ocean, 

And  this  dark  and  cheerless  night, 
It  is  morning  in  the  homeland, 

And  their  sun  is  shining  bright. 


MISSIONS    AND   TRAVEL.  155 

And  methought  how  very  often, 

As  we  sail  life's  stormy  way, 
When  the  night  is  dark  and  cheerless 

And  we  long  for  dawning  day, 
How  'twould  cheer  us  to  remember, 

When  the  night  is  dark  and  late, 
It  is  morning  over  yonder, 

Just  beyond  the  Golden  Gate. 

Yes,  and  home,  as  well  as  morning, 

Waiting  hearts  and  beck'ning  hands  ; 
O  !  how  sweet  to  one  returning 

From  the  shores  of  far-off  lands  ! 
Yes,  there  is  a  better  Home-land, 

Where  our  wanderings  all  are  o'er, 
And  there' 1  be  a  glad  Home-coming, 

When  we  meet  to  part  no  more. 


